Týr had been rather absent in the recent week or so within Swiftcurrent Creek, venturing out in the chase of the hunt, determined that he would not return until he had fruit of his efforts to add to the pack’s caches. His game was good, but not as great as it could have admittedly been as Haunter had kindly pointed out the day Týr’s failure at a hunt had been witnessed by the shadow. This meant that many times he ended up sleeping outside of Swiftcurrent Creek’s borders, without the cover or comforts of his den as self inflicted punishment. It was how Ragnar had punished him as a child and it was nothing if not effective. Having spent the night in the rain was his current punishment thought admittedly the Viking had not gotten an effect amount of sleep. His efforts at hunting earlier in that morning had been poor because of it and he had taken the life of a baby goat - of which he was mildly horrified at himself about (goats were sacred animals to Thor and accordingly, Týr’s father) - but driven by exhaustion and the urge to want to return back to the Creek had spurred Týr to desperate actions. Besides, he was fairly sure that no one else would cringe against it and surely Thor could forgive. If not, well, he had yet to be struck down by lightening.
Týr paused on his way back to his den, craving the dark, dry pocket of the earth he had claimed as his own when Fox’s howl rang out through the rainy skies. For a moment he kept walking, figuring that he didn’t have to bother her with his company (since he was a little haggard and blood stained) because it wasn’t as if the call had been specifically for him. Not to mention, he really didn’t want to have to see Haunter again, especially not with Fox (Tokio: someone’s a little jealous); but paused with a hefty sigh. He had not seen Fox in quite some time given his desperate drive to push himself to his very boundries, to exceed and to prove his worth and Týr did not want her to think that he had vanished. A slow altercation of his course was made and soon he found himself making his way to his Alpha, lowering his head when his crystal blue eyes fell upon her. “Fox,” He greeted her managing a wry smile as he showed the proper submission hating that he was not the epitome of better company at the current moment.
a crime so old as the sky and bone