
While most guests were from other packs, that didn't stop the odd loner from wandering over to their island home. His eyes turned towards the beach, keeping a close eye on the borders in case any untoward faces might appear, or even other animals that might pose an issue to their gathering, but this time, he could only find one soul on their shores.
The flowers that hung in his maw remained fixed, his approach slow but confident as a smile traced the corners of his lips. The shewolf was small, perhaps even smaller than Steren upon closer inspection, but that didn't deter the man's friendly demeanour. Instead, he muffled a greeting, a small chuff in her direction, dipping his head with a mock bow of his chin.
Once close enough, he lowered the flowers to the ground and let his smile grow, his voice finally finding freedom to greet the woman.
Welcome to Skjoldrheim, do you visit for our midsummer festival today?he queried smoothly. She smelt divine, but Tyr didn't make it habit to comment on such things aloud.