#thorininteracts

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closed starter, supply depot thorin and rory @rviner

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He's watched her around the town ever since he saw her in the forest, witnessing the way she can tame a wild bear. He's not made it obvious, Thorin hiding around corners and being as inconspicuous as possible to learn as much about her as he can. Skoll must be right, she's sent from the Gods. Embodying the traits of a nervous or scared wolf to hide her true form. It's the perfect disguise, Thorin thinks. Nobody would ever suspect she's a Goddess in the flesh and able to tame bears with how she jitters and speaks hurried and rushed. The only reason why he is at the supply depot now is because of her, and because Thorin feels ready to speak to her. He hides behind a crate that she is about to lift, and when she does his eyes widen in awe. "I will keep your secret." he whispers intensely, eyes blazing with idolization. "Tell me, which one are you? Have you been sent to make sure I learn my lesson? Can you tell me what it is?"

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Thorin cackles as his brother is struck backwards, all the confidence in the world that it won't hinder Loki nor take him from the fight. So, he continues to battle through soldiers, throwing guns from their grip and laughing at their horrified and confused faces. What he doesn't anticipate is the launched head, colliding with his own and the sharp of the helmet cutting by his temple. It sends him falling backwards too. Clumsy but with all his strength into a group of soldiers, and now having to fight through them with one hand while the other clutches over his forehead. "Du er en idiot! Jeg kunne ha mistet et øye!" he bellows to Loki before his own words spur a thought and he laughs out like a maniac. "Like Odin! Ha!" he finds the befallen head, clutching it up and then dropping it to meet his boot in a swift kick that sends it back towards his brother. "Lillebroren min er forelsket. Og elsker hun deg!? Selv med det stygge ansiktet ditt?"

And then he hears a moment of realization strike Loki, and Thorin nods more dutifully even when he cuts through a soldier's neck and then another. He ends up with one on him, their hands around his neck which slows his use of blade. It doesn't quite stop him from slicing along flesh, hearing Loki relay Roan's request. A slight groan escaping him. "Vel, for helvete. Du burde ha nevnt før." he calls out, laughing as Loki considers the soldier in his hold useless now that blood gushes and the human is choking on his own tongue. Thorin head butts their helmet open so they can meet eyes, relishing in the fear and discomfort that he witnesses. "Not you. Bye." he says simply, plunging the edge of his blade to take its head from its shoulders. It's by chance that as the body falls, he sees wisps of blood soaked white hair run to the shadows. He's certain Loki must have seen her too, and the giant brother of hers. "There! Loki! Go, tell Cas how you want to make her an expert of your sword." he cackles before still promising a brother's oath. "I will remember about the two alive."

The Jansen brothers are a storm of fury, fighting beside one another and slicing through soldiers. But, they also clash with each other. Two storms meeting isn't uncommon, and Thorin’s words about Esje pierce Loki’s ears with a sting and make him lose his focus for a brief second. A brief second is all it takes. A soldier seizes the opportunity and slams into him, hurling the younger Jansen wolf backwards into the nearby truck. The door crumples under his weight, the window shatters from the impact of his head. A Loki sized dent in the metal now as he shouts out. But, his rage is not directed at the sudden disadvantage he faces. He roars in anger at his brother, ripping the soldier’s head from its neck and flinging it like a missile towards Thorin, watching the human head collide with his brother’s own. “Grow up!” he snarls viciously, retrieving his dropped sword. "Det er derfor de kaller deg harsk."

Loki decides then that no further comment will be made from him about Esje, or even her watchers for that matter. His eyes scan the chaos for any sign of her, but he quickly registers the large spaces within the camp. Roan's words returning to him. "Shit. Vi må holde to i live!" he announces, running towards his brother and punching a fist into Thorin's arm so they can find two soldiers together. "They have to be able to talk!" he shouts, eyes moving to the human in Thorin's grip, neck pooling with blood. "So, not him."

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closed starter, visser cabins thorin and egil @waterfallswords

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While he prepares for a shift he has no intention of seeing to completion, Thorin gives a small grin to his youngest brother. Egil is eating peacefully at the table, and there is silence between the two Jansen's. The cabin is practically still, calming but it's a peace that's due to be disturbed. Slowly, at first. When Thorin passes the table, he knocks his hand into Egil's head. A gentle nudge of appreciation. But, on the return journey there is a harsher ruffle of Egil's hair. Without warning, the youngest Jansen's head is taken completely into a lock of an arm, Thorin dragging his younger brother up to his feet and the table almost flying from the quick movement. "Quickly! A number! How many do you think you have killed? And I will tell you if mine is more!" Thorin bellows as the playful exchange, still rough and sharp, descends into a scuffle.

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closed starter, town hall thorin and vidar @ofwrxth

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Something as simple as showing his older brother the town still holds the promise of trouble. It's in their name and blood and Thorin treats the tour as he would treat any other task. With too much laughter and not enough sensibility. "And this," he kicks the town hall doors open, arms spread wide to the witches, vampires and wolves that all glance to the loud crash. "Is where important things happen, I think." he points with a glaringly obvious finger towards Dominic. "Torben does not like this one. He thinks he is ugly." he continues. "Men han og to andre er de du snakker med, hvis du ikke vil gjøre noe. Som alfaer, men svake små." he points to a few scattered tables, wolves sat behind them cradling either small children or ones old enough to train. They were learning to fight at five and six, why not these ones? "Noen av disse ulvene har fått Cross-barn. Rineike kaller dem avlsbestand for korsulvene."

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closed starter, leaving visser cabins to wherever it takes them thorin and skoll @dxrkenedheights

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"Ja! Du har rett. Jeg kalte dem også maur!" Thorin bellows, and now the tune to his tone is ecstatic. With all of the Jansen brothers together again, there is an unstoppable air that surrounds them. Even if Loki has scurried away in a merry cunt chase, Thorin still finds no reason for his laughter to dim. With Loki's return, there will be even more of it. And, sharing stories of their travels and fights with Skoll is another reason for delight. "Og neste gang blir det denne bygda. Ulvene her er som mennesker, tror du ikke?" as always, the eldest Jansen is looked upon as a form of authority. Their own leader of sorts, even if passing comments have always questioned Skoll's sanity. That's the thing with the Jansen wolves. Sanity has never quite mattered. A freeing concept. "Snart heter dette Visser Cove."

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Thorin leaps into the night, taking the box that contains Hel and holding it close to him while he and Sigrid depart to find the witches. An excitement takes hold of him, eager to appease Hel. "Bell-uh. Oh, yes. With the tall wolf always in the shadows." he nods, quickly directing towards the cabins. And being lost eagerness means his mouth is far more prone to run. "Sigrid. I promised I would not tell a soul but-" he slows his steps to walk briskly beside her as they search for the witch. "Freya is among us, Sigrid. I saw her with Skoll in the woods, she has tamed a bear. She resides with the Crosses, the nervous one. An act to deceive. She says our fates are entwined with them in ways we can not yet see...and also to leave her bear alone." he explains it all hurriedly as he searches for the earth-witch and jolts when he sees a head of curls ascending some cabin steps. Thorin doesn't delay, throwing off his cloak and rushing forward. He sails it around her roughly. "Hei, Bell-uh. Hel would like to meet you, a great honor awaits. I am Thorin." he says roughly but excited, cloaking her head as he grabs her.

Sigrid nods with a laugh because G thought it was a clever plug by Ellie but she gave her too much credit it seems. "So did I. Until he starts singing his little songs and then I am stuck humming them for days. It is better he is not here," she says controversially before shaking her head at Thorin. "I am not annoying her! Do not say that," she hisses. "I am making sure she knows we are following her command." Sigrid hears more crackling but they're already set in motion. "Take the black box with you in case she has more requests!" she instructs adn pulls up the shiny teeth of her swish-swishing coat, patting to make sure her knives are there. Sigrid trails after her friend, leaving the room of buzzing and beeping behind. "I think there is an earth witch with curly hair. Bell-uh. We cannot sacrifice Revna so we must find another water witch." She says, following Thorin out into the cold, purpose driving their steps forward.

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Nora makes a face as the shouting continues, looking from the walkie to her uncle. "Geez. Something strong. Bet it's those cosplay weirdos." She snorts, kicking at some snow with her book. "Think it'll work?" Nora asks Everett, speaking of their plan to have one witch melt the snow on a small plot of land, and the other help prepare the land for planting. It's risky to push things out of their natural cycle, but with food supplies lower than usual, they try to think of clever ways to help produce more.

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closed starter, near the farms thorin and rineike @dxrkenedheights

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Thorin is meandering suspiciously close to the farms and barns. The smell of sheep and pig shit is basically home, and he finds the wolves who have been tasked with their upkeep most amusing. Jones. The name sounds funny the way it rolls around his mouth. "Oh-Eh-Nes. Jownehs." Of course, he isn't here to make friends with the Jownehs. He's here to find the perfect animal for a sacrifice, a celebration. Standing on the fences and peering into the closed pens they've been locked away in from the cold. Loki has already wandered in the other direction to see if there's goats, although neither of them can hear much bleating from any. In his absence comes another familiar face, Thorin straightening his spine with a smile when he catches the knowing glance of Rineike. He nods, in order to not raise suspicion. "Hvordan er disse ulvene? Hvordan sier du navnet deres?"

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closed starter, holding camp dec 31st thorin and sigrid @ofwrxth

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Loki disappeared, a head full of Esje haze, Thorin thinks. And he himself has a head full of wolfsbane haze. He refuses to take a moment to recollect, unsure if this is the same holding camp he started in, that fateful night weeks ago. All he knows is this is a war, and it's a familiarity that he can find comfort in. The feral shouts of Norse also is a familiarity, comforting, along with the Visser pack trademark of burning everything to ash. It feels like home for the first time in years, and tonight can look like any other fight the Vissers erupted into either against other wolves or vampires. He slices through soldiers as if they're weeds to amble through, bones and limbs severed until blood paints the snow. As his blade hits into the exposed neck of a soldier without an ant-hat protecting him, steel meets steel. A grizzly end for the ant-soldier but an amusing sound to Thorin. Even more so when the lifeless body drops below the cross of swords, a head sitting atop of two blades like a hog on a platter. He sees Sigrid, and a laugh bellows out from him. "Oh, so you are here!" a pleasant surprise, and Thorin can converse as well as fight as he lowers the blade (and the head) to rid an oncoming soldier. "There are others too. Loki! My brother is here! Roan! It is our night, Sigrid."

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closed starter, patrol thorin and rineike @dxrkenedheights

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"Rineike, I have no reason to lie." Thorin declares, a cycling conversation between them. "She is Freya. Why else would she tame a bear?" he also ignores how he vowed to not tell a soul, but he thinks Freya and Odin will forgive him. "Thor is her son who rides bears in battle! He is the only one powerful enough to. And it makes sense that the great Goddess who gave him life is actually the one powerful enough to tame the bears for her son to use." he explains his logic, noticing how his Beta has hurried her steps now to get away from the conversation. "Rineike, I am simply...relaying important information! She said our fates with the Cross wolves are entwined in ways we cannot see! She gave us a glimpse into our destiny. That is something you deserve to know."

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"Nobody can make Torben do anything, and they are a fool if they try." Thorin answers, and then is nodding simply to the blond wolf. "Yes, a little. He understands enough." a confusing situation for a translator to be needed but Thorin has worked this way for years with Torben now. In fact, it's the reason why his own English has come on leaps and bounds.

And the punch to the blond's face proves Thorin's point, that Torben can't be told a thing. He shrugs, like the Oprah gif but he has no idea what or who that is. "I tried to tell you, friend!" he laughs manically to the blond as he leaves, and is still laughing as he moves away with Torben. "Sa han Siggy? Mener han Sigrid? Det er respektløst. Hun ville spise øynene hans for det." he speculates. "Du kan tydeligvis gå på patrulje med henne hvis du vil. Men ja, først drikker vi." Thorin gives a smile to any eyes he catches in their direction, laughing again. "Jeg tror kvinnene har innsett at de sitter fast med menn som er babyer. Det betyr at det kan bli veldig gøy her. Vel, for meg. Jeg er ikke sikker på at sjarmen din virker på dem."

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'right...so can you get him to speak it? for the sake of ease?' dominic urges with a skeptical brow to the translating wolf and then his finger points in confusion. 'wait, so he understands me? you understand me?' he looks to the other then, an exhaustion in his voice. but dom gets woken up very quickly when the fist strikes him in the face, sharp on the noise with a loud crack. 'ah, jesus! what the fuck is wrong with you?' he exclaims to the two wolves, clutching his face and staring with disbelief as they laugh. 'you know funnily enough, i still don't understand.' he says spitefully, and throws the clipboard to the ground between them so he can leave. 'yeah. that. do patrol. your friend siggy is on it already. jesus.' dom wipes his hands of the situation, walking away with a hand to his nose. 'maniacs.'

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torben's eyes flick over the blond wolf as he continues to speak, but as always, there's much to be said about a quick punch to the face. torben becomes much more agreeable then, nodding even with a small smile on his face at the reaction. and something about patrol. although, he isn't sure who siggy is. he laughs with thorin, watching the blond leave them and he gives his friend a quick shrug. 'de høres likt ut når de sutrer. jeg aner fortsatt ikke hva han sa. skal vi gå og drikke?' he slaps thorin's arm and begins to move towards the doors, studying the other wolves watching the two of them. 'hvorfor ser de sånn på oss? de hjalp ham ikke. kanskje ingen liker ham.'

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closed starter, supply depot JAN 23 thorin and egil @waterfallswords

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The town's approach to these endeavors intrigues Thorin, and he leans lazily against the truck with his brother while observing the other wolves. In his personal assessment, the way they gear up for these...supply runs suggests that they don't even think they would survive the journey there and back again. His eyes scan them with a judgmental air but amusement creeps over his features as he watches them load weapons, and it blooms into laughter when he notices Egil sharing the same bemusement. Thorin playfully elbows his younger brother. "Jeg tror de ser på oss som om vi burde hjelpe?" he suggests, snorting with laughter as he leisurely peels away from the truck, his gaze lingering on the other wolves to assess whether he'll join them and help. "Men jeg har allerede slipt bladet, så jeg er klar? Hva tar dem så lang tid?" he snickers, observing one of their friends whisking around him with a crate of food. "Vet de ikke hvordan de skal jakte på mat?"

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closed starter, bar thorin and hati @manybcdthings

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This tavern is miserable, scattered with vampires and the ale tastes like piss. None of which deter Thorin's smile or laughter, having more to drink with Hati than is sensible. It's a cause for celebration, and it has been a constant one since four of the Jansen brothers have returned all at once. "Jeg mener det. Loki var her, du savnet ham. Han er nå besatt av den lille Grimm. De dro sammen." he says this fondly about their younger brother, a clap to Hati's arm. "He fucked a sheep before he left, though. I tell the truth. Ask Rineike." his coarse laughter betrays the lie but it bellows out into the bar, a few vampires wincing because of their delicate dead ears. "Er vi for høylytte, Hati!?" Thorin cackles again, hitting the cup of piss-beer to the bar top in a loud smash to draw out another hiss. "I do not think we are."

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closed starter, thunder river thorin and alana @wilddwcrds

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Thorin's sharp eyes catch sight of Alana, a lone figure standing still among the ebb and flow of dreary supernaturals. Like a steadfast rock in a rapid river, she seems unfazed by the vampires or wolves and witches that knock into her, seemingly transfixed on something. He watches her in the same way he watches every outsider, with a glance full of confusion and judgement. But, Thorin doesn't dislike the Vaisman wolves in the same intensity as the Cross pack. The fact they too dislike the same enemy is why Thorin approaches her.

He has watched the other wolves from Hollow Cove since arriving in the camp, noticing how they linger gazes on the soldiers. And, Suna's words of a whispered revolution speak to him. "If you are intent on stalking their movements, you will need to be less obvious, wild-haired wolf." he remarks quietly with broken English, his voice carrying the lilt of his native tongue. "I can show you how to see everything while seemingly seeing nothing. It is a gift of the Jansen wolves." he flashes her a smug grin, urging her to walk with him. Today will mark the first day in history that a White River wolf offers wisdom to an outsider, and it leaves a bitter taste in Thorin's mouth as he leads Alana through the camp. "The trick is to do everything as normal, why do you think me and my brothers walk with such wild gestures of our heads? It is not because they are heavy, it is because while talking we can look around." he starts their lesson, which she hasn't technically agreed to, but now Alana is stuck with the Jansen wolf. "Engage in conversation with me, Vaisman. And move your head around with enthusiasm and you will see everything, while everyone thinks you are simply a talkative annoyance."

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"Kaos for flua er normalt for edderkoppen." Thorin's smirk becomes insidious for a fleeting second as he looks to the other wolf. There's many ways in which the Grimms differ to the Jansens, but then again Thorin is yet to find many wolves similar to his kin. It's practically bubbling within their blood to seek, create and thrive within chaos of any kind. Precisely why Thorin laughs to Cas' comment about Loki. "Å, gi ham tid, Cas. Hva er ordene du liker å si så mye? Tålmodighet? Nei vent. Ikke nå."

It's obvious that Thorin tries to provoke a reaction from Cas, as he always does with most people. He doesn't even try to hide it as he grins, letting out an amused chuckle. "La oss ikke late som om du stoler på mange ulver, Cas." and even now there is a lack of trust as Thorin makes a careful step for his weapons. The two of them look at one another, Thorin smirking viciously but with a gentle nod. "Respektabelt, ja." he chuckles but the next second comes and Thorin has swept into a rush towards his blade and ax, retrieving them before he strikes. The ax is flung from his grip to hurtle towards Cas and startle him, while Thorin then launches at him in a manic laugh. He latches to the stupid boulder of a wolf, arms locked around his neck as they tussle. "Jeg tror på rettferdighet, Cas! Nå er det på tide at nakken knepper!"

Cas' jaw clenched before he let out a sigh to dispel the tension in his shoulders. "Det forklarer hvorfor de alltid er kaotiske." he grumbled, keeping a look of disinterest as he studied the other wolf. Every single Jansen wolf was a problem in Cas' opinion. Ruled by intense emotions, without an ounce of care for who they might affect. And for some reason there were fucking millions of them, but thankfully now, only two. "Han har ennå ikke vært modig nok til å prøve, Thorin." he answered wistfully with a small grin across his lips.

Anger then flashed over his features, but the look quickly became disgust and frustration. Repulsed even by the sound of Thorin's voice let alone his words. "Broren din er den minst pålitelige ulven jeg noen gang har møtt. Verre enn deg." he grumbled, fists forming at his sides again as Thorin moved towards him and Cas remained on guard before the weapons. But every Jansen was untrustworthy and slowly, Cas made a side step towards his own weapons. "Fint. Og jeg vil gå for min." he looked to Thorin then with a small nod as he stepped towards his sword. "Jeg mener det. Ikke vær dum. For første gang i livet ditt."

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Thorin finds himself entangled in an unexpected brawl, ignited by nothing more than the icy glares of vampires. But what began as a mere clash of wills has now transformed into a spectacle of raw strength and primal fury. For Thorin, this battle is not just physical; it's a test of his mental fortitude, a challenge to resist the insidious pull of wolfsbane coursing through his veins. Despite the poison weighing down his movements, Thorin refuses to yield, his warrior-wolf heart ablaze with determination. There's a wild, raucous laughter that erupts from him as the vampires fall to the ground, their necks snapping like brittle twigs. And even when the soldiers join to subdue him, Thorin's laughter persists, echoing against the snow sharply. They discard him once they've finished battering him and Thorin is sprawled in the snow, blood staining his lips and vision. But through the haze, a familiar voice cuts through, a voice tinged with the melodic cadence of his homeland. "Suna." he murmurs, his expression a mix of confusion and delight at her unexpected presence.

"It was enjoyable. You should try it." he chuckles, his expression flickering with amazement as Suna helps him to his feet. The reunion is unexpected but welcome, a hearty shove given to the Varland wolf as a way of greeting her. "Look at you. You still wear slow healing wounds. Good. You are not just a prisoner that accepts her fate." Thorin declares, noticing the subtle bruising across her face. Her question prompts a shake of his head as his hand continues to wipe blood, mud and snow from his face. "There is just Egil and me. What of you? Any others?" his eyes dart through the camp for any other White River wolves, an eagerness in his tone to see them again. But when Suna mentions the Jansen Witch, Thorin's laughter falters, replaced by a thoughtful frown. "A witch? Wrong. There are no witches in our blood, only wolves. Someone has lied to you, Suna." he remarks, his voice full of skepticism. Until realization hits him. "Gods, a child!?" he exclaims in a horror. "I do not know if any of my brothers enjoy a witch's brew. We all like woman-wolves." he muses. "Well, Hati likes wolves."

where: thunder river

with: suna varland and thorin jansen @secrettyrant

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She hears Norse, but it's not being spoken. It's traveling in a thunderous roar that fills the air and it's a Jansen's shout, unmistakably fierce and primal, but which Jansen wolf remains the question. Suna follows the sound until it leads her to the sight of Thorin, locked in combat with two vampires, a violent tussle on-looked by soldiers. She stands back observing the clash as she knows the outcome before it unfolds. The inevitable defeat of the vampires as their bodies crumple to the icy ground. The soldiers pounce on Thorin within the next second, and Suna watches until they've retreated after throwing him to the snow. Crouching beside him, she turns the wolf to his back and her features are washed with amusement. Even at the sight of his bloodied face, the reunion is happy enough. "That was perhaps not the smartest thing to do, Jansen-wolf." she remarks, the very first words spoken to an old friend after years apart, a grin flickering over her lips. "Although, it did look enjoyable." she has to admit, moving to her feet so she can help him to his. Suna skips the formalities, but the affectionate punch to Thorin's sore shoulder says differently as she studies over him closely. "Are any of your brothers here? I have news you will want to hear. There is more Jansen blood in this camp with us. But this one is a witch."

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"And he thinks that she will want him? Ha!" Thorin scoffs out with an obnoxious laughter, gesturing to where his younger brother parted from the group with the wolf adorned with impressive braids. He speaks to the two he ended up with, but he also doesn't speak to them at all, ambling ahead on this strange supply run. "He is still a boy when you compare him to the rest of us. Much to learn, especially when it comes to women." he rambles, passionate and absolute. But, Thorin then hears their footsteps slow and the grating whistle that emits from Torben's punch-bag. He turns to the other wolves and changes course to follow them into the building, pausing when the punch-bag finally addresses him.

"I already said to you, friend. Torben can speak English. He does not want to. Because he thinks it is a stupid language for stupid wolves." Thorin answers directly, his eyes following where the other glances him down and them up. Squinting in scrutiny at the alien statements that follow once they're both staring each other in the face again. "That sounds like a compliment. You look like something that walks away after being punched. That is not so much a compliment." he scoffs, shoving his shoulder to charge the rest of the way into the store. "What do we do? What is all of this? It looks like children's toys." he studies through the shelves and then waves a hand at the curly haired wolf. "Is she your sister? The warrior with the braids?" @wilddwcrds

CLEARWATER, JAN 23 + THORIN, DOMINIC

a natural parting unfolds within the group when they enter the abandoned town. allie, following the hum of conversation with indifference suddenly notices the absence of kenzie at her side. her eyes wander to discover her sister drawn away in the other direction by another viking wolf, chuckling to herself. she takes the moment to scan their surroundings. an eerie ambiance coats the empty town, a sensation tingling at the nape of her neck that alana can't quite pinpoint. it sweeps down over her spine and settles in her gut, a small flutter that she has no choice but to ignore.

stillness hangs in the air, broken only by the soft rustle of wind through desolate streets. but, it feels frozen in time. there's clear evidence that life used to bustle through where they walk. nature hasn't had the luxury to reclaim it's place yet, there's no tendrils of ivy climbing through cracks or winding for the sun. the stillness is disturbed as thorin chatters away, and allie realizes that it's almost entirely to himself. her gaze locks to dominic then, an enemy if she was being technical. but for now a friend, where she finds herself grateful to not be on the road with any cross wolves again. "do you know what he's talking about?" she quietly asks him with a nod to thorin, her expression confused at the boastful ramblings from the other wolf. her steps carry her towards the pharmacy, clicking her tongue in a disgruntled hey as the other two wolves almost continue away from it. "what the hell do you think we're doing here? just a day out for a stroll?" she huffs, pushing open the door with a rough shove from her shoulder. @gloriouswhispers