Answer Given

For a moment it seemed that the wolf god would not answer as he tore the flesh from a steaming leg of lamb and drank deeply from his goblet. But at last he looked over meeting the eyes of Mimir and then those of Luna with his own golden orbs.

"The man you knew as Miles was lost to the shadows of Hell and I have claimed him for my own. He runs with the pack now and would tear the flesh from your throat at my order."

A slow smile crept across his face, "Perhaps you would like to join him elf? Miles has not yet taken a mate and I dare say he would not refuse you his whelps."

"Be civil." the Dagda growled and Fenrir laughed and returned his attention to his meal.