Thor has called and I have little interest in making him wait. After all, I have hopes he will be able to at least reel Blackthorne in just enough to keep the boy's head down; besides from that, he is...perhaps one of Glorall's more valuable wolves. I have noticed his persistence despite the setbacks and I wonder just what lurks behind his mind's eye. He seems more persistent than usual, more focused, happier. Perhaps that shouldn't be suspicious and yet... Asteraia is our enemy now, or so Aster claims, and the other packs still stir with uncertainty and so I must wonder what it is that has happened to bring about such joy. Our interests are mutual right now - so what better time to seek him out?

I move along the beach, pleased the winds have seemingly subsided today. There is litter strewn about the tideline - branches and logs, shells and bones, a reminder of how vicious the coast can be. I watched him briefly from the treeline as he danced about in hunt of crabs and now I choose to come forward with a grumble of greeting as I lope towards him; I cannot help but lift a brow as he dismantles a crab right in front of me. It is quite...peculiar, interesting, surprisingly violent in truth. I smirk in amusement as I take pause, eyeing off his kill with a sniff as he lay it down into the shell.

It is his collection of crabs that makes me suspicious. I eye him off from my peripherals as I look into his collection before my eyes move to meet his; there is one thing I can think of that might cause a man to float about and hunt on a full stomach. "Thor," I address him finally as I take position a short distance away - I lower my nose to the sand and sea, sniffing and following the tracks through the sand. Somewhere nearby, I'm sure there is another crab and when I find it, I will add it to his collection too. In the meantime, there is something to discuss - or rather, there is more to discuss now. "I did not take you as the type to hoard food. Was winter so rough?"