"Care to come out from those blankets and introduce yourself?" A low growl was his only answer. At the odd response Loki stood and approached the back corner. Was this being muzzled? Injured? Unable or unwilling to speak? It's rude behavior would not soon be forgotten, but for now he needed it to trust him. If he was to escape, whether he took this creature or left it, he would need it’s obedience so he could leave well before the guards were alerted.

The fur moved and twisted. Slowly a wolf untangled itself and stood. It was larger than it should have been. The growl grew at his approach, Loki stopped moving. The wolf was fur and bones, they were starving the beast, even still he could tell it would easily be well over 250 pounds if well fed. Loki backed up at the realization, they threw him into a locked cell with a gianatic starving wolf. As he backed away, the wolf's growls softened and eventually stopped. Loki sat back down at the table and the wolf laid back down in the corner. The two stare at each other. There was an intelligence in the wolf's eyes that spoke to it being more than just a beast. And even though it was clearly being starved, it didn't attack him. There was something wrong with the whole thing. There was far too little information and the pieces Loki could gleam weren’t adding up.

The guards calling out dinner, brought Loki from his thoughts. As the food appeared on the table before him, Loki's eyebrows rose. There was just enough food for him, but that was all. Clearly he would still get meals from the nightly banquets, his mother’s doing no doubt, but that would hardly be something appetizing for the wolf. No food appeared before the wolf, was he expected to share? Or let the beast starve?

"Guard. Am I meant to share this megar portion with the wolf?" Loki called. He noticed the wolf jump at his voice. Did he startle it?

"No your majesty. That is for you. The All-Father has decreed she shall not eat until she changes. I am to warn you, if you share your meal, your portions will be cut in half."

"She?" Loki asked but the guard had already moved on. "What does he mean changes?" Loki muttered looking to the wolf. In the dim light he could see her bare her fangs at him. Apparently that was the only response he would get from her. Leaving a clone of himself at the table eating, Loki stood taking the real plate of food close to the wolf. He slid the plate to her when she began growling. Somehow she was able to see through his illusions. Not even his mother could see through them anymore, he’d grown too strong. What was she, that she could see or perhaps detect him? That was something to think about later.