Týr's paws shuffled against the dirt beneath them, scuffing scrapes the exact size of his paw pads, watching the dust billow out and float lazily back to the hard earth from whence it had came, chocolate colored ears cupping forth as she accepted his compliment. Which was awkward because he had been appreciating her as a male appreciated a female only to come to learn that his suspicions were true: she was his step mother. Awkward. In fact it took awkward to a whole new level. The Rekkr glimpsed up at her, peeking at Thistle Cloud through his lashes when she welcomed them into their home whenever he wanted. He offered her a lift of the right corner of his lips into something resembled a half sorrow and half smile twitch. “I think we both know Ragnar would never allow that,” Stavanger Bay might have been ran by his father but since Týr was not actually joining the Bay he did not have the freedom to traipse through their lands just because he was the Jarl's son and though he appreciated what Thistle Cloud was attempting to do he didn't want to trespass on his father's lands just as thoroughly as he knew Ragnar didn't want him doing it.
Týr held statue still as the woman drew nearer to him, the muscles pulled taunt beneath his coat as he felt her muzzle nudge against his shoulder, the warmth and kindness in the simple touch, a soft shiver snaking down his spine as Thistle smoothed her muzzle over his ears accomplished likely only because his head had lowered, exposing the strong curve of his spine as his muzzle neared the earth as he attempted to figure out how he felt about her motherly touches and at the enormity of having a mother and siblings. It was a lot to process at once and it left his head spinning at a dizzying dose of vertigo as if he were standing on a very high precipice looking down into the dark and dizzying drop below him. “I... have never had a mother before,” Týr admitted to her in a soft murmur hoping that she didn't take his reservation as a rejection. “I want to take this slow. It will take some time for me to ...be used to it,” He paused, drawing in a deep breath, hoping he wasn't insulting her with his words. “And to get to know you.” It sort of sounded like they were entering a romantic relationship, which they were not, but he had no other way to communicate that he couldn't just love a stranger as a mother. That wasn't plausible for the young Rekkr and all he could do was hope that she understood.
a crime so old as the sky and bone