「 Skill Point ― scout 」
The main land was fruitless, and a tut clipped the norseman's tongue. It seemed that the area was trafficed less and less which while promising for safety, meant zilch for his numbers. His pups would be grown soon, enough to enter the trials he had planned, and that meant festivities might finally commence. A light in a dark tunnel perhaps. It was an opportunity to strengthen bonds and build alliances; for politics to thrive.
He scanned the edge, nose twitching as he let scents flow through. Elowen was no where to be found, perhaps having moved on for something more entertaining. Even the startings of that pack that once resided here was no longer remarkable, gone with the winds. With the warming of the temperatures, Tyr thought that perhaps he might scent some kind of bear, but even that remained spotless. The usual traffic of various deer, rabbits and various others remained, though their numbers were still recovering from the fires that struck those many moons before.
A frown sat uneasily on his maw, his gaze narrowing as his strolled slowed to a halt. This place wasn't desolate, however it was silent. Not an owl or a bird singing their usual song. A predator might be lurking and Tyr didn't think it was him. Paws slowly began to creep forwards again, though this time they headed towards the cliff he'd found Mimir awaiting on.
Was his friend back? Did he have something to pass along?
He was almost there when her scent registered in his mind. A wolf, no doubt, but also a stranger. She seemed to be lurking ahead towards the cliff, the vantage that allowed you to look upon his island abode. The thought made him feel naked, but it was a feeling he squashed as he began his approach. He did not speak, not yet. As Tyr pushed through the treeline, he spied the blackened she-wolf. Large, weighted and dare he say, tanky? She was stacked, that was for certain. Perhaps heavier than himself in that regard.
The god released a chuff, alerting her but never did he stop his approach. While he kept his distance to some extent, the male did not hesitate to step up to the cliff edge and survey his land. He still did not speak, allowing her the first move.
He scanned the edge, nose twitching as he let scents flow through. Elowen was no where to be found, perhaps having moved on for something more entertaining. Even the startings of that pack that once resided here was no longer remarkable, gone with the winds. With the warming of the temperatures, Tyr thought that perhaps he might scent some kind of bear, but even that remained spotless. The usual traffic of various deer, rabbits and various others remained, though their numbers were still recovering from the fires that struck those many moons before.
A frown sat uneasily on his maw, his gaze narrowing as his strolled slowed to a halt. This place wasn't desolate, however it was silent. Not an owl or a bird singing their usual song. A predator might be lurking and Tyr didn't think it was him. Paws slowly began to creep forwards again, though this time they headed towards the cliff he'd found Mimir awaiting on.
Was his friend back? Did he have something to pass along?
He was almost there when her scent registered in his mind. A wolf, no doubt, but also a stranger. She seemed to be lurking ahead towards the cliff, the vantage that allowed you to look upon his island abode. The thought made him feel naked, but it was a feeling he squashed as he began his approach. He did not speak, not yet. As Tyr pushed through the treeline, he spied the blackened she-wolf. Large, weighted and dare he say, tanky? She was stacked, that was for certain. Perhaps heavier than himself in that regard.
The god released a chuff, alerting her but never did he stop his approach. While he kept his distance to some extent, the male did not hesitate to step up to the cliff edge and survey his land. He still did not speak, allowing her the first move.
