He walks immediately into it and I cannot help but laugh, an earnest sound seldom heard and yet, how could I not? He is so full of self conciousness in that moment that it is almost endearing, a trait I do not see often in many. "Sheep? I would hope that you would at least see me as something akin to an elk or moose - something strong." I jest, flashing him a brief grin of amusement. I figure if I am going to be opening him up, I ought to at least give him the same in that regards - a chance to see parts of me I do not expose so very often. This, I believe, how trust is created, no? Mutually, respectfully. And Thor is a wolf I wish to create trust with, this much I know. His mother had been assert and cunning, a great loss truly, and I have no doubt both he and his siblings possess those traits too. Perhaps I could not keep Natu alive, much less give her the truths she desired, but I can at least do something for her kin, those that have stayed loyal to Glorall despite it all.

He opens up then, like a flower unfurling come the spring as we make our way down the shore. I listen closely, my eyes unwavering as I watch the way his expression shifts, the way his mouth moves to the words - he is honest, perhaps painfully so, and yet I find myself nodding in agreement. He is right, after all. Had that old creature, Heyel, not often said that words were wind? Something akin to it, at least. It is one of the few truths of the world and one I often find myself cozy alongside: words are nothing, mere sounds we produce to create illusion. But teeth? Claw? The body and our actions betray us all. He is smart, Thor is, to understand this so soon.

"You have strong reasoning, Thor, a mind well placed upon your shoulders." I nod in assurance before I change our direction slightly towards one of the many rocky outcrops that span the shoreline, "I wish not to waste your mind, though," my words are firm this time, "and so, I offer you this: become Glorall's Arbitrator and take on not only the path of strength but the path of diplomacy, too. Become a warrior with a wicked tongue and a keen mind." I pause then, keenly watching him as I observe his every move in those moments. It is quite the offer, I believe, and yet it is just as much a heavy weight to bear as it is flattering. My eyes narrow slightly, though not out of unkindness nor suspicion but rather, my own fleeting moment of self-doubt, the possibiltiy that he might not desire so much power, so much expectation.