Thor exhausted her, but in a good way. Aoife's chasing him through the streets, faux complaining about how he won't stand still so she can clip his belt on. When he suddenly stops, nose up in the air, she stops as well, looking for the distraction.

"What is it, Thor?" She senses his urgency, his turn from playing to hunting. But hunting what? "Stay heel, Thor. I don't want you to get hurt."