「 Skill Point ― n/a 」
Tyr welcomed the warmth that Cupid produced, the father of his children sinking into the embrace that was offered. Cupid's grooming was endearing, but Tyr knew there were matters to be discussed. The god pulled the man in closer, lowering his head and planted a softed kiss to the crest of Cupid's head, resting his nose there for a time as he began to utter the saddened words he did not wish to admit.
His chest ached at the thought of his son in the wilderness, too young to part take in the trials of survival. Tyr knew he was strong, he held his own against his elder brothers, but all the norseman could hope was that his strength would be enough. This land was unforgiving and at times, lonesome. They had lost a great too many heads over the last couple of months that Tyr was beginning to worry for their own survival.
Hopefully new blood would liven the pack back up, they needed all they could get.
I cannot find him, Svanenhis voice was a whisper, an admittance to his failure.
His chest ached at the thought of his son in the wilderness, too young to part take in the trials of survival. Tyr knew he was strong, he held his own against his elder brothers, but all the norseman could hope was that his strength would be enough. This land was unforgiving and at times, lonesome. They had lost a great too many heads over the last couple of months that Tyr was beginning to worry for their own survival.
Hopefully new blood would liven the pack back up, they needed all they could get.
