She smiled. He was so young and uncertain, despite being smeared in gore and triumph. She stepped up to him and laid her slender hand on his now armored shoulder. "Do not chastise yourself. Fenrir dealt with the same struggle as he grew older and more fearsome."
She sighed then and with one foot she shifted some of Tyr's mangled corpse further away from her, as he was bleeding under her foot. She despised blood under her toes. "He told me once that his way of dealing with his need to hunt and his desire to keep us close was to make sure that we were his more than anyone else's." She shrugged. "We are his pack. We ran with him, ate with him, celebrated. We sometimes Hunted with him if he would allow us. Most of the time the game was stronger than us or we wouldn't stomach it...mostly father ran trails with him."
She continued looking down at Tyr's corpse then finally sneered down at the shattered ribcage. "No. I think I'll leave him dead. I tire of him and his righteousness." She stepped away, walking back toward her portal. "I think I will visit my poor brother today. All of this talk of him has made me miss him." She said as she swept away, then she glanced over her shoulder and her eyes were lidded with the same pleasure Creed once saw on Loki's face while he had his claws buried in the trickster's flesh. "Go kill more of Asgard. Then go home to your pack. I'm sure they are missing you by now."
With that she walked through the shimmering green portal into her realm, allowing it to sweep closed behind her. She knew that if Creed still wanted to see her or had more to say that the Tesseract would find her.