It seemed that his companion wasn't entirely ready to part ways for she broke the ice once more, attempting to dissolve the awkwardness that had seemed to settle around not just him but her as well with further conversation. He didn't totally agree with her assessment that apart from Fox they had next to nothing in common, because he hardly knew her well enough to make the judgment; but Týrr, after the disaster that occurred every time he went to go see Ragnar at Stavanger Bay had put this wall up that intended to keep everyone out. Including strangers. It made him seem suddenly unfriendly, and when Osprey spoke about leaving it Týrr resisted the urge to apologize. He felt bad for ruining it, and was surprised that she did not seem to want to let him go, yet. If the tables were reversed he would have allowed her to leave, though that was likely because she was a better wolf than him and wanted to delve further than just the shallow exchanges of information upon most first meetings. I was...,
Týrr paused, considering the words he wished to use without getting into the messy details of his emancipation from his father and step mother. saying goodbye to family.
It was the best that he could come up with and so he went with it, resisting the urge to cringe all the while. It was not a particular conversation he deigned to relive, though it was definitely a demon he would have to face: sooner rather than later.
a crime so old as the sky and bone