For a long stretch of many moments Týrr was left to wonder if they would continue their game of 'Don't blink' as they stared at the other, or if she would take his greeting as it was. An invitation. The choice was hers, of course, to decide what it was she wanted to do with it. All Týrr could do was watch and wait. Týrr watched her rise and circle the water as she approached him, his eyes following her, weary of her body language. He, too, pushed himself to his paws to meet her, not wanting to allow the vulnerability that came with him lying casually, sprawled out as he had been in attempts to dry his fur. He felt only slightly more at ease standing at attention before her as she moved brazenly forth, unafraid. Shoulders squared beneath damp chocolate brown fur, adopting something of a statue posture as her question left her lips and tickled the Rekkr's ears, which had cupped forth to catch her words before they faded into the silence that filled the space between them in the wake of her voice.
I am Týrr,
He told her, on a simple, 'ask and you shall receive' basis. If she wished to know anything else about him, he assumed that she would ask.
a crime so old as the sky and bone