Anaisa's grip on her knife relaxed marginally when the man - the god - stepped from cover; he didn't look like he was gunning for a fight, so that was something. Gunhild trotted over to him, her cat-like curiosity getting the better of her. She sniffed cautiously at his boots, her oversized ears swiveling, but her tail was held straight out in a neutral position with just the faintest of wags stirring it's short, calico-like fur. Anaisa clicked her tongue at the wild dog and was summarily ignored - she'd apparently found an interesting scent.

"Sorry," Anaisa said, breaking the silence at last. "She's not very well-behaved. Or smart."

Gunhild sneezed, casting a wounded look in her fairy's direction before circling around the man. She nipped lightly at his heel, more a curious touch than anything aggressive, but enough he'd likely have felt it. Anaisa groaned as she stomped over, taking hold of Hilde's rough leather collar and dragging her back slightly.

"Are you trying to get us killed?" she hissed, eyeing the god even as she spoke to her familiar. "You don't just go around biting gods, idiot."

The canine whined pitifully, looking up at Charlton with big brown eyes and wagging her tail in an appeasing manner as if to say "please, nice stranger, save me from my big mean fairy". Anai rolled her eyes. Hilde had the wounded puppy look down pat. She was usually a bit more standoffish with people, but something about the man's scent apparently interested her enough to decide she liked him - at least for now. Belatedly realizing that the fact she could recognize him as a god, even if she wasn't sure who exactly he was, put her at more risk than Hilde's curiosity - Anaisa blamed her exhaustion for the slip - she hesitated, then spoke.

"I ain't no snitch, just looking for my family. You seen anyone 'round here that looks like me?"