Lupo blinked, her father had told another lie it seemed. He had warned her that his fate would damn her and the All-Father would seek her liver on the point of his spear, Grungir. She pondered this as her grandfather vanished, feeling more than a bit overwhelmed by him. He was nothing like her other ancestor, Coyote. Coyote had a sly wicked wit and wisdom that snuck up you, the All-Father radiated a different wisdom about him. She knew that the old man from folk tales, she had broken into a library after her mother was killed and her father had visited her. She pulled off her jacket to get some air as her tattoos flared with the presence of her grandfather of sorts. The Wolf and Serpent were still there but she didn't feel Fated to be like them now.<br/><br/>Fate. It all came down to Fate. Aesir insisted that one's Fate was inexorable and unchanging. If that was the case her half brother would kill the Thunderer and All-Father. Of course Kickaha insisted Fate was what you made of it, usually told to her in the form of some outrageous tall tale where he won despite the odds and might of his foes. She fingered the rune encrusted ring on her hand, considering what her father had told her and Kickaha had said.<br/><br/>Perhaps, she mused, there was a knowing of things to twist Fate on it's ear. The indian girl took on a grim look as she mulled over that thought.