The sharp cry of a pained animal shook Loki from his distraction, and the dark wolf lifted his gaze from the metal piece to sweep over the terrain. There, a figure even blacker than he, the glint of green that his own eyes held replaced by a black as dark as night.
Loki perused the slim female with interest. She was biting at her paw, apparently attempting to pull something out, though it looked to the trickster as though she were failing. He simply watched her for a moment, eyes slitted in amusement, before he shook his slim head. This was sad, just pathetic.
He sauntered over to the female, making no effort to hide his approach. Surely she could not be so distracted by her injury to not see her rescue coming in the form of a sexy black god. "Well, well, you have gotten yourself into a predicament, haven't you?" he purred.
