vidarr, ur dumb, sorry, love ur wife

If Tenshi, the name of whom Tomie did not know, thought poorly of Víðarr then Tomie's own thoughts on the man were downright toxic. She still carried a grudge against the man for his treatment of her mother and she if their task was anything to go off of she also wasn't sure he was all too bright. Really not doing much to endear himself to his young "thrall." Tomie plodded after the group, having not really volunteered herself for the job but sort of just tagging along since she was looking to at least be a little more prepared the next time someone was hurt and she was the only older wolf around to help apparently. That early morning with the tiny child still fresh in her mind. It seemed she'd been counted as volunteering though, no big deal in her mind either way. If her help meant it helped her mother that was all she cared about.

The antlered woman had turned to the group and told them their job. Tomie rolled her eyes, yeah the black man must be an idiot. She snorted and shrugged, breaking off from the group a bit to poke around at the nearest wall, if they found anything it'd be in the areas where moisture was most likely to gather, at least by her estimation. Probably fungus mostly, they didn't much light right? She honestly didn't know. "Might as well split up, big space." She finally responded, low voice somehow echoing more than she'd meant in the deathly quiet, even though she hadn't been particularly loud.

"Tomie"