Slepnir untangled himself and, ears flat against his head, he screamed at Thoki.
Slepnir shifted between looking forward and looking back, torn in indecision.
“Do what you got to do,” said Thoki.
Slepnir gave Thoki a sheepish stare before galloping away at full clip.
“Can’t say I blame you,” sighed Thoki as he picked himself off the ground and started loping back towards Lor. A sudden idea came to him and he changed course towards the police station’s back door.
“Fenrir might be able to tie me into a pretzel knot… but he’s dumber than a sack of hammers,” Thoki muttered to himself with a thin grin. His heart wasn’t in it. For all his bravado about not being afraid of Fenrir, Thoki knew something he hadn’t told Slepnir — it was all bullshit.
“FENRIR!” he shouted and the wolf’s head grinned at him.
“Rrrrunt!” he growled through canine incisors. Fenrir couldn’t talk very well in this form. “I’m frough playin’ wif dis Gian’,” he spat. His jaws snapped closed around Lor’s head and with a violent shake, let him sink to the ground. Thoki froze, suddenly unsure of his plan.
It went, “SQUEAK.”
Fenrir whined again and lifted a forepaw. The concrete under his wagging tail now had a crater the size of a punch bowl.
“Who’s a good wolf?” said Thoki squeezing the pig again.
A large pink tongue, like a giant hagfish, lolled out of Fenrir’s mouth as he rolled on his back in a show of good will.
“GO GET IT!!!” shouted Thoki, and reaching his arm as far back as it would go, threw as hard as he could.
Slepnir nuzzled his cheek happily.
“Where the hell were you keeping those?” Thoki asked in amazement.