It was easy to get lost in his thoughts, allowing his attention to wander in the small pocket of security the craggy, treacherous terrain that would keep those who did not harbor the courage to brave the climb heavenward had given him. Whether said feeling of security was an illusion borne of confidence or truth Týrr did not know but had no intentions of studying with any sort of detail. He stretched out, sphinx like in his positioning, muscles quivering beneath silken coat of chocolate brown, enjoying the onslaught of the sun as it heated each individual tendril of fur that it touched, reminiscent of a lizard sunbathing. Left forepaw hung lazily over the edge as the Rekkr took in the landscape, never ending such as the sky and sea, ears slicking back to his skull as a yawn eased from betwixt his jaws parted wide to allow the inhale and exhale of the involuntary breath, despite his lack of tiredness. Sunbathing gave him a feeling of indolence that he rarely allowed himself on most normal occasions and was a smidgen ashamed of. One little vacation day was warranted, he thought, and not going to hurt.
Týrr's ears cupped forth at the sound of approaching footfalls, too heavy to be a prey animal of any sort, and sure enough he caught the scent of the woman on the soft winds that tickled along his spine like the caress of a lover's fingers. She scented of The Sunspire, and had no reason not to believe that she was from Ferdie's pack despite that he had no sort of confirmation upon it. He had nearly joined with them but could not subject himself to the way in which the Von Pelt man decided to run his pack, having not liked him much the first time he had met Ferdie and so Týrr had moved on to bigger and better things. If it was not for him deciding against The Sunspire he might have never had the chance to join Njal and Tuwawi in their endeavor to begin their own pack and that would have been a shame. He admired Njal a great deal but Týrr admired Tuwawi in an entirely different way than he looked up to Njal.
Tucking those thoughts aside the Rekkr focused his eyes and turned his attention to the Sunspire woman as she spoke, leaving an adequate measure of distance between them. Quite,
Týrr responded with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he studied her from his perch. I had a similar notion,
Týrr admitted to her. Company isn't unwelcome, however.
The heathen prince spoke inviting her forward if she wanted with a subtle gesture of his muzzle. I am Týrr.
He introduced not knowing any other way to start off a conversation.
a crime so old as the sky and bone