A story to tell

The boy displayed an admirable eagerness for the story, and Katja would wait a moment before obliging him - not because she needed to get the story in her head, because she had known it since she was a child, but rather to immerse herself in the memory of how she had been told the story by her father. "Long ago, Thor and Loki set out to visit the pack Utgard, a pack of the giants of Jotunheim. Along the way they sought the hospitality of a family of rogues. The rogues had a son called Thialfi, the swiftest hunter of all the rogues they knew, but even he could not hunt enough food to feed the mighty god. Now, Thor travels the world on a chariot pulled by a pair of goats, so he offered the meat of the goats as the meal, provided none of the wolves to partake of the feast broke any of the bones. But the loners had gone hungry often, and as you know the marrow in the center of the bones is a tasty treat. Can you guess what happened, Stori?" She paused, cocking her head to the side in a clear invitation for him to guess.