Another long stretch of silence. Iðunn barely bats an eye. It was used to the quiet, because it was used to being alone. This was different, but there was no pull at him to fill the space with words, instead he merely felt curious at what the short wolf would do next. It was not very good at reading expressions, but he looked uncomfortable, as many did when they faced Iðunn. It was used to that, too. It's yellow eyes found the man's toes as they scratched aimlessly into the earth, though it didn't have a clue as to why. Anxiety was an unknown factor in its world, and therefore was as foreign as English to it.

Eventually, the other man spoke, asking for its name. It stared a moment, as it knew the answer to this question, but took a bit to appreciate where he steered the conversation towards. No more animosity, it seemed. Iðunn. It told him, glancing towards the water once more, this time making a few slow steps towards it, giving the other wolf a comfortable amount of distance. Yours? He was not polite in the slightest, merely curious enough to ask. They at least had one thing in common; finding themselves in a strange world with no explanations, and had kept Iðunn's interest long enough. It was a question worth asking.