Swiftcurrent Creek you call out

This is Týr's exit. :-)

It was not long before they were joined by another, a male cloaked in the abysmal colors of shadows with bright yellow eyes that Týr felt upon him as he was assessed. This was only fair and to be expected to the Viking, for Týr was assessing the shadow beast in turn. Týr watched as the male approached Fox, and it was decided that the ebony man was the one that Fox had sent out the summons for in the first place. “Of course meinn dróttning.” Týr murmured as he bowed his head to first Fox and then the other male - Haunter - Fox had called him. Týr had caught on quickly to Fox’s hint - and would have excused himself even if she hadn’t made it obvious his presence was no longer needed. Quietly, the Nord turned and seeming evaporated into the landscape, figuring he could gather a few more rabbits for the caches; or at least find some other task that would make him useful.