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When her brother launched to his feet and started tramping towards the group, the pale coated femme leaped up to join him, making sure she was close enough to him that no one would get any funny thoughts. He paused constantly, sniffing this and that as she had taught him a while back, to see how others would react to him before jumping into things. Good, she didn't quite want to have to jump into the fray so soon after their long trek. Her gaze followed her brothers, to the brown and golden features of their uncle, and nodded slowly to second Ullr's speech. A speckled face poked out from behind one of the pups, one of her cousins, or siblings, it was really a fuzzy subject to her. She hadn't exactly stuck around when their parents had left them behind. No, she and Ullr had drifted to the safer outskirts of the territory.

Thor's reaction was gentle, a nod that was passing briefly if anything. However, when his attention snapped back to Ullr, and a frown creased his face, the dark hackles of the femme rose automatically. It was a reflex, because those were the motions of someone readying themselves to discipline her brother or herself. Lips began to curl, but slowly lowered again, along with her hackles, when Thor's attention returned to Baldur. Holy shit, Baldur was in rough shape. What had he done, gotten into a fight with a sunken log? When a query was posed of her and her brother by the injured monochromatic male, she offered only a short nod. Food was important, and surely it would help out her brother- and the rest of the family. Of course, they were just as important as Ullr. She nudged her brother with her shoulder, lowering her crown between her shoulders to motion in the direction that Baldur had come from. The scent of meat wouldn't be hard to miss, and Ullr was a fantastic tracker anyways.

With her brother at her side, she would set off in search of the food in question.

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