will get what you deserve

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Pregnant pause was given in Týr’s steps, chocolate colored paws having carried him with the alpha female’s - Fox - acceptance and permission deeper into the heartlands of his new home. Swiftcurrent Creek. Black, leathery nostrils flared drinking in and assessing the scents that wafted around him - the scent of earth, creek, and numerous wolves that made up the pack. The scent was so different from Odinn’s Cove that it was almost pungent to the Viking. The scent of Odinn’s Cove was faint upon the silken tendrils of chocolate colored fur, but reminiscent of his homeland, nevertheless. Despite this, Týr had sought a council with the alpha female, the Dróttning and she had graciously accepted him into her pack, had exchanged scents with her so he would be marked as one of hers. He was not inane enough to let a bought of homesickness ruin what feeble ground he had found here. He was a new recruit - he had to work the hardest to prove himself, the hardest to provide for the pack. Týr did not strive to have Fox regret her acceptance of him, yet, he rationalized that he could not help but miss the only thing he had ever known. The time had came for him to stop being the Jarl’s son and be Týr, the worthy. He had to find his own path to become an Einherjar and step out from under his father’s daunting shadow.

A soft breath slipped from betwixt Týr’s lips as he glimpsed up at the sky, patterned with clouds that drifted errantly above, skimming across the sun even as it began it’s descent towards the horizon. The evening was uncharacteristically warm, but then again Spring would be upon them, soon. Life had already began to give subtle hints of it’s renewal. Crystalline blue eyes focused back upon the path he had began taking as he glimpsed around at the foreign landscape around him. It was not home yet, but it would be soon, of this Týr was determined.