Hideaway Strath Eyes, blood, bones

For @Fury

Months had passed by now, but the return was necessary. Nyra had only seen a glimpse of him the last he'd visited this side of the mountain pass. She'd chased him out then. Would she now?
There were differences between this visit and the last. For starters, he would not simply sneak in to spy. Where the borders were marked plain and clear, Fenrir would wait. His daughter knew his scent well enough. To assume that she would be the first to catch it was bold, but valid.
Secondly, the lord's intentions had changed. No, he had not come to apologize for the mounds of shit he put her through — for in his eyes, he'd done nothing but be a necessary figure in her life — but he still hoped their misgivings could be set aside for the future at hand. He had a future and he knew it well. But before anything else could happen, Nyra needed to know that he was back for good.