Sovereign felt the shift, the heaviness in the air that came with loss...
She had been in such a position before, though perhaps not exactly the same - in her first life, which felt so far away by now. 

The Vaettfang was initially on patrol, as one does - but when she saw Tyr in the northern caves, she couldn't resist the pull to follow him deeper within.
Hearing his haggard breaths before she saw him again, the Shieldmaiden let out a soft chuff to announce herself before coming closer to the slouched, assumedly-grieving Skorungr.

Tentatively, Sovereign aimed to position herself at Tyr's side, inclining her muzzle with the intent to press her nose gently to his shoulder, in an attempt to provide some form of comfort should he allow it from her. 

"How can I help?" The Vaettfang asked with that same softness in her tone, concern for her friend and comrade obvious in her golden gaze as she looked to his face.