"Not bickering," he affirmed. He responded to the ear pull by head butting her side with that very large head of his. She was lucky he didn't roll over on top of her entirely to make her stop picking at him. "Defend her against what? The cigarettes or the sarcasm? Both are lost causes." And he huffed again at her once again but leaned his head against Loki for a bit. Going to the family member that wasn't tugging on his ears.
"Date?" Oh, that was going to get a slightly reproachful look for both of them. Possessive wolf was possessive. "Who would want the scrawny thing?" And he would flick his tail in her face, just because he could.
When it came to their brother, it certainly caught his attention. "If we find him, I will know." He was sure of that, at least. He'd known Loki and Hel. He would know their other as well. "He will come to us." The certainty of a wolf, at that.