
Tyr spied two strangers on their shore, except from a distance, even something family seemed to glimmer. The scent, the appearance, the mountain. They'd been beaten to their shores. Tyr frowned slightly, turning his attention to the child at his hip, and told her to wait there before he began his approach.
Thankfully, it seemed someone else was already boarding the welcome wagon. It was that young pup that Cedar had brought with him. Tyr was thankful that she'd remained, but she was still an enigma to the god. Tyr didn't hesitate to join her side, peering at the pair of wolves with curiosity. While Maja had already asked, Tyr decided to offer more courtesy.
After all, he recognised their scents.
Welcome, wolves of Northfall. How may we be of service?



