Týrr's body shifted against it's craggy perch, dispelling a couple of loose pebbles from the outcropping of rock as his weight moved from his left to the right half of his body, pulling his forepaws back having once allowed them to dangle over the edge as she edged nearer so he could better study her. The ebony woman spoke that she, too, did not find company unwelcome and then offered her name in an introduction following his own. It is a pleasure Ame,
His responded with a small dip of his head, watching as she moved to settle a little bit away from his perch. For a moment his ears tucked back to rest at half mast against his skull sheepishly at the notion that his continued pose — laying sphinx style against the heated dark brown slap of rock he had climbed his way on top of — probably made him appear lazy, or might have even impose an arrogance he did not feel.
Still, though, he was comfortable and his initial sheepishness was not enough to cause him to rise, despite that she had taken another outcropping of rock for herself, within earshot and eyesight of him.
No, I haven't,
Týrr responded to her question with a soft honesty. I do not venture very far from the territory that my soon to be leader intend to claim.
Týrr admitted. Granted, he had been in the Wilds before but he had a tendency not to venture too far from whatever pack he pledged to be with. Even when he had headed south west to speak to his father he had not ventured further than needed, nor too far out of his way. Not when he had a goal in his mind. He liked to see things through before he allowed himself the joys of exploring.
a crime so old as the sky and bone