Brunhilde had climbed up onto a rooftop to get her surroundings and found she had caught up to the stubborn and bullish war god. Struck by the sight of him scowling and slogging through the downpour, she had to fight from laughing in amusement.
"What have I found? An Aegean errand boy, wandering the woods?" she asked, faint smirk growing on her lips. "You have veered far from your lands, I wager." She slid down the broken roof to land neatly ahead of him, great fur cloak keeping her far drier than him at the moment. As impermeable and tough as Ares was, she thought he looked rather unamused with the weather. "I will assume you went ahead alone to act as scout. Already you found a village laid low by Malekith's powers."