It's okay Jim, you can always put him back together again if Fenris does eat him. It's a thing. Probably. Maybe someone could cut him out of his belly like that story. He lost an eye once; physics doesn't always apply.

Horus blinks and frowns; it's an important mission, not really something to just be gotten over with, but he stretches and flexes his toes in the snow, then stares up at the sky. It would be faster if he flew, but then he wouldn't be able to talk to them. Decisions, decisions. He doesn't talk to people often, doesn't switch skins often.

He follows the Wolf. Walk for now. He can fly again later.

"Sorry." He actually does sound apologetic; no matter what the Wolf might have done, and knowing the other gods it's entirely possible it was something unimportant and small, it's not a kind fate.

"Eat after?"