2/8/2025, 11:08 PM
「 Skill Point ― Orator」
She was quite the woman, he thought to himself. On the brink of death and still with such a quick tongue. He almost envied her until he thought of his battlefield feats. No fear of death, laughing at danger while adrenaline coursed through his veins. It was not an unfamiliar feeling.
As the woman tried to lift herself, Tyr remained available incase she stumbled back to the ice below. Thankfully she seemed to channel that strong will to her movements and remained high up enough for him to tuck himself beneath her ribs. He tried to rise as gently as possible, adjusting his body as he needed by rolling his shoulders and shifting his spine until she lay comfortable ontop, forelimbs either side of his neck with her hind legs in a similar position on his hips.
As the woman tried to lift herself, Tyr remained available incase she stumbled back to the ice below. Thankfully she seemed to channel that strong will to her movements and remained high up enough for him to tuck himself beneath her ribs. He tried to rise as gently as possible, adjusting his body as he needed by rolling his shoulders and shifting his spine until she lay comfortable ontop, forelimbs either side of his neck with her hind legs in a similar position on his hips.
I suppose you may,he laughed, blinking the snow away from his eyes as he took a deep breath into his nose. He was trying to find the island again, so for a moment there was silence before he spoke again.
Tyr fra Stjernene,he offered smoothly, beginning to treck across the ice in a slow walk,
you'll get used to this wolfish body soon enough when the instincts kick in, I promise,he almost laughed again, but thought better of it in case the motion threw her off his back. Even the image of that brought a tickle of humour to his mind, a snort following from his nose.
