A thousand million stars

The creature, though the closer Týrr came to it, perched higher up as it was, the more he came to think that it was a fox, though he'd never seen one of such coloration before. Typically, the red fox was the only one that he was used to seeing and so the consideration that they had coat variations such as wolves did, was mildly fascinating to the Rekkr. He didn't usually give much thought towards the smaller canines but in this male's presence he was forced too. The little creature offered a dip of his head, as to which Týrr assumed was a greeting and with a soft jeer the Rekkr returned it, unable to help but feel that it was a noble way to greet one another. Technically, neither had to offer any respect to one another. Still, the lost amazon prince would not complain. The creature had manners and that was all that currently mattered. At the lupine creature's question Týrr could not help but let out a small, incredulous burst of laughter. Him? Look tasty? If the Rekkr was desperate enough, possibly, but he wasn't desperate and was currently well fed and his hunger sated. Crystalline gaze swept over the lupine though, assessing and contemplating. “No,” The Rekkr replied after a small stretch of silence, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. “I'm more of a venison man myself.” He admitted, and then added with a sharp tone of vex, meant to lightly tease: “So you're good.”