Tuwawi did not seem to be disappointed that Týrr had chosen to help her pick out a den for her family as opposed to hunting. Relief washed over Týrr and he set the memories of Haunter criticizing him into the back of his mind. It didn't matter what Haunter thought anymore. Týrr did not realize that the male was now deceased, coming to that conclusion only because he had deduced that he didn't care what he thought; if he wanted Fox he could have her. As it stood, Týrr had long since decided that he hadn't had much of a chance anyway and it was time for him to put silly things such as useless crushes aside and focus on planting roots and beginning his own legacy instead of trying to struggle to hold up to the expectations of everyone else.
Týrr's ears cupped to the sides of his skull in attention, listening to what she was looking for in a den for her family; mean while wracking his brain for a place that suited her specifications. On one hand finding a suitable den had sounded much easier than embarrassing himself in front of her with his average hunting skills but in comparison he was not, suddenly, so sure. He hadn't really been den searching and so he was not aware of all the places that this territory had to offer them. He had thought about inhabiting a cave, himself; then again he was a bachelor. He did not have to please anyone else with his den choice, neither did he have small children to consider — he would likely never have children if the bleak outlook on his love life was of any indication of the future. Ears lowered to half mast as crystalline blue eyes focused upon the path they took, leading the pair — earth and fire — deeper into the heart of the territory where Tuwawi had requested they conduct their search for the perfect den.
Tuwawi seemed confident that they would know it when they saw it, but the Rekkr had to hide his creeping smile at the mental correction that he wouldn't know the first thing about a suitable den if it smacked him in the face. So in reality, she would know it when she saw it. Still, Týrr appreciated her inclusion of him, nevertheless. Maybe I will keep thinking up words in Norse, then, and run them by you to see which one you like,
Unless she came across one she liked, first. In truth, Týrr would call her whatever she wished him to. He let the silence drag on for a bit as continued forward. I have an...uh awkward question and there is no obligation for you to answer or anything,
He laughed softly, abashed at himself. If he could have blushed he would have been. What's it like being a parent?
He was young, still, but would hit own sexual maturity on the first of the new year. Naturally, he couldn't help his curiosity.
a crime so old as the sky and bone