More Than One Way to Skin A God (FINISHED)

@graydoncreed

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Fenrir trotted warily through the crowded streets that had, in his mind, become his territory. The Midgardians had not scent-marked in the wide range of streets and alleyways that he had claimed for himself, at least, and so far he'd made a good habit of ensuring that that boundary was kept. But today, he had stepped outside of that boundary and into unknown territory, for the conquest of food. Unlike on Asgard, he often required a need to eat, and while he had tried to hold out for a while in hopes that more would turn up in the trash cans he regularly dug through, his hunger had become enough to begin to look at Midgardians as equal prey, and that was something he wasn't ready to deal with, or accept.







He walked on two legs, deliberate and careful with each step. Here, he was sure to notice there was a park, large enough to have it a long while before he passed the stretch he had encountered. It'd be a good place to run to if he ran into trouble . . . Trees would make it easier to shift and not be spotted by anyone who could be of Asgardian origin . . .







A rumbling growl in his stomach ceased his thoughts of planning, and he no longer focused on an escape route but rather moved with a greater purpose toward finding some kind of source of food. And, much to his surprise, found it. Row after row was laid out, and people flocked here and there, putting the items in bags and carrying on to put more in their bundles. It was a marketplace, though he had no name for it, and he entered with a slower step, looking very much like he was hunting, his eyes forward, his arms close, and his posture ready to kick up into a run at the slightest moment.







The first stand that actually caught his attention was lined with fish. At the smell, his mouth watered, and he stepped closer, much to the poor owner's unknowing delight.







"They are fresh! Caught this morning! And cheap! Yes, yes, come, have some!"







Have some. In Fenrir's mind, that automatically meant it was free. He took a bag from the fellow and began to grab a lot, fish after fish after fish, making the tender's eyes bulge a bit. For some boy, he was grabbing a lot of expensive meat. And, much to the tender's surprise, hardly believed it when he turned and began to walk away.







"Hey! You have to PAY for those! Hey! HEY, COME BACK HERE!"







At first, the wolf god was confused. He had just said he could "have" some, and the concept of payment and trade was one he didn't know. So with a flash of his teeth to get the other to stop yelling, he took off in a run, far too much attention on him for his liking, with the bag of fish clutched tightly in his mouth as he pumped his arms to gain speed, moving quicker than a normal two-leg could go.