Týr studied Fox as subtly as he could, not wanting his curiosity to be mistaken for intentions. He was simply staring, trying to understand her because she was, well, different; as alien to him as he probably was to her. In hindsight, Týr could not recall ever meeting another like her, before, though, so his curiosity was seemingly a natural thing. Briefly, Týr was staggered by her response to his question, calling her wounds ‘wound-like’. For a few moments defining upon the a couple heart-beats Týr simply blinked at her, unsure if he should have let the bubbling humor at that spill forth, or not. In the end, he decided to let a soft chuckle escape under his breath and accompanied it with, “I would imagine so,”. A slight smirk teased at the edges of the Nord’s lips never quite making it to a full smirk; after all, Fox was his leader and he did not know enough of her yet to know her sense of humor - or even, likewise, if she had one.
Attentively, Týr listened to her explanation of what had transpired that had given her those wounds, ears cupping forth to give the further impression of his rapt attention. “Hmm,” The Northerner rumbled thoughtfully as he eyed Fox, once more, trying to picture her taking on a cougar single-handily. She did not boast that she had taken it down by herself, yet she did not hint that she had assistance, either. How it had been defeated did not really matter to Týr, simply that it no longer posed a threat to anyone else. “That was very brave,” Maybe a little reckless, but it sounded like something he would have done, himself, and so he had no right to consider anyone else reckless. “And commendable. He could have posed many threats to the pack, and to me the fact that you went after him shows that you care about this pack,” Týr paused, drawing in a soft breath. “You should wear them proudly.” Of course Týr would say that, but it was something he believed, nevertheless, despite that he, himself, did not have any scars to boast of.
a crime so old as the sky and bone