Talien laughs good naturedly at his promise to not allow her to get sick. She knew that getting ill was nothing something that he could have any effect over, but no doubt if he could, Talien felt sure that he would. Imprint bond or not... she knew he would. This knowledge brought a soft smile upon her face as she nudged his shoulder affectionately. He may not have her heart, but perhaps the gods were not so wrong when they picked him to guard her soul.

He begins to walk towards his den, the conversation drifting to a lighter subject, as he tried to explain the taste of crab to her. She was not to sure about it, but she could see the look of excitement on Thor's dark face at the prospect of sharing part of his culture with her. The idea of meat without blood was not overly appealing to her, especially since she preferred her meat red and bleeding, but well the look on his face and the distraction it caused was enough to convince her to give it a try. "Ill try it... but I can't promise it will trump warm blood and red meat." she says with a laugh.
She followed him into the den, pausing at the entrance for a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the dim light that filtered through the cracks and crevasies at the entrance. It was a large den, much larger than her own, and the many dug out hollows allowed for knick knacks and stores to be placed up for winter months. In one corner she observed a luxurious looking bed of feathers and quickly averted her eyes to the other areas. This den was much different than her own simply bed in the small den in the side of the hill. During the summer months, she let the sandy floor be her bed, it was only during the cold winters that she dried moss out to line her bed.... now that she no longer shared a bed with Dexter. It got cold at night and though she was used to it now, she was sure it would take a long time before Thor would be ready. She was just thankful at least that he and Triton had a close enough bond that the boy still stayed in his father's den. Everything looked just as Inanna had left it. Her stores of herbs, the little rocks and pebbles that still held her scent so strongly. It reminded Talien almost of a shrine. In her mind, she ached for her imprint. Every moment here had to remind him of what he no longer possessed.

He moved knowingly through the den, sifting through the stores of food until he found a couple crabs and dropped one at her feet. Now it is her turn to look like a lost pup as she stares down at the dead creature at her feet. She bends her head now to sniff at it, poking the hard shell with one paw. A single raven tipped ear flickers sideways as she lets her silver blue gaze drift back to Thor's brilliant green eyes. "How do you eat it? Do you eat the shell?" she asks truly concerned.