Lunchtime meant wolf walking time. She had bid her father goodbye from her daily training session and collected her two wolves. One as black as the night - the other as white as snow. One a gentle soul - the other a little piece of shit. It was the latter whose attention was immediately caught by the shouts of a stranger. But being the coward Fenrir was he only pushed his head into Katherine's side.
The human hybrid chuckled softly at her wolf's display. "I am sure he is out to kill you, you big baby." Myrkvan on the other hand showed more courage. She wandered into the direction of where the stranger had to be, sniffing softly here and there. Katherine followed and dragged the white wolf along with her.
The man who had created all the noise could be straight out of a fantasy tale. "Hey, you look lost," Kat created him with a wave of nonchalance. She was dressed in green Asgardian robes that had been gifted to her by her father and which she often wore when going to their training sessions. While she occasionally made it a game to see how much disapproval she could gather by wearing human garments the occurrences of the last few weeks had put her in anything but a playful mood.