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a-big-bad-wolf:

Fenrir began searching for Thor. He was ready to fight the God. Of course the giant wolf was unsure if he could defeat the God of Thunder, but if he ever let his confidence waver that would be the end. There would be no way to defeat Thor.

He knew the scent of the man from long ago in Asgard. Before he was bound and left alone. He raised his muzzle to the air and took in the scents around. The God was close. Not conveniently close, but his scent was strong and carried by the wind and the wind told him the god was just miles away. A grin grew on the rough wolf’s face. It was time to find Thor and get this done and over with.

Thor was busy readying himself to find someone as well, but it was not Fenrir. The god was about to leave  to find his estranged  brother, The God of Mischief. Loki had been pushing his luck and it was now time to put him in his place and give him the punishment he deserved. He killed Erik and who knows how many others. It was no longer time for Thor to sit back and let Loki have freedom.

He grabbed his hammer and lifted it to the air, flying into the sky. He set off on an air-search for his once brother.

Fenrir stood outside a diner, walking down the street in broad daylight. He’d wreak havoc, only in order to coax Thor out into the open for a fight. He knocked a telephone pole down with his large tail and flipped a car over by merely knocking into it with his front leg. He crush another car as he stepped on it, smirking as he did so.

As people ran in fear, Fenrir let out a long howl. Hopefully, this would call forth the Mighty Thor.