Þjóstúlfr had kept an eye on the others, his mind processing the events that took place, including the Valkyrie announcing herself. With the chaos of battle soon brought to an end, and the wolf himself surprisingly untouched, despite being in the thick of the earlier conflict, his thoughts focused on this gathering of mortals, as well as the valkyrie, and the minor wights or revenants that had attacked. Once more sheathing the greatsword he wielded in combat- the previously ice-covered blade of which needed no cleaning, the grey-haired Jötunn remained quiet as his horse, which had smartly kept its distance from the undead hordes earlier, returned to his side.<br/><br/>For now, Þjóstúlfr would humour these mortals, though he felt it unnecessary to partake of their current discussion. Though the humans possessed varying degrees of danger, to an extent, the one he needed most to keep his senses on, was the Valkyrie. It went without saying that the Choosers of the Slain were extremely skilled supernatural warriors, and Þjóstúlfr knew that trouble could potentially arise should she discover his nature as being that of a Frost Jötunn; a son of Fenrir, and by extension, a grandson of Loki, no less. With the Valkyries obviously being loyal to Odin, who had been slain by Loki in his coup, which had included many a Jötunn amongst his host.<br/><br/>It was probable that there was some enmity, in light of such events, and whilst Þjóstúlfr felt it likely that he would not be one to loose a battle, it was nonetheless prudent to be at least aware of those potential rivals of notable fighting prowess. For now, the being known by some mortals as Vågargandr, deigned to not provoke these mortals or the Valkyrie unless necessary. How things panned out, of course, remained yet to be seen.