[No, no, no. Loki scrambles to get up and manages to grab Thori right before the arrow would hit the dog. Thori starts to struggle immediately when Loki presses him close to his own body, barking about applying cocked legs and ripping bellies open.

Slowly he sits up, noticing the arrow is aimed at him now. His heart is racing and he frowns at her. Yes, he's quite angry but at this point anger isn't going to get him anywhere so he takes a very, very deep breath.]

Shooting my dog does not make the deer come back.

[The tone of his voice is flat.]

Alas. My sincere apologies for the loss of your deer. I should have put Thori on a leash, et cetera, et cetera. How utterly foolish of me.