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Mutant Mice



Tyrfing

Avalon
Fighter

Expert Fighter (210)

Master Hunter (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
4 Years
gender
Male
gems
235
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
112

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Snake EyesCritical Observation!1KCritical Hit!
10-14-2021, 07:36 PM



He probably should have been more confused at hearing this man was his brother by blood, but it wasn't like Fireside was void of both immediate and extended family anyways. Tyrfing scrutinized the man a moment, going over it all in his head and deciding that he was an acceptable brother in the end, even if he wasn't a Finnvi. "I wasn't really paying attention to who named me or for what reason, sorry." He sassed back as only a teenager could, turning away from Ares and attempting to flip his tail into his nose lightly to punctuate his remark.

Thankfully Ares did not shut down his plan - he did state the foolishness of hunting mice for food (which, sure, Fin could agree with though he'd not admit it out loud) but not anything against catching and bringing back the glowing critter to his den. He meant to ask what Abaven had to do with it - as thus far the yearling hadn't been sat down with the stories on other packs - but thought better of it as the glowing rodent disappeared into the rafter once more. Tyrfing took that as his cue, unsheathing his cat claws and leaping onto a wooden beam, intent on dragging himself all the way up to the rafters and loft where he assumed the critters were congregating. As he climbed, he shout-whispered down instructions to his new brother. "If any jump down, be ready to pounce on it for me, okay?" What else were siblings for, if not for helping you reach your goals?

With tired paws he reached the top beams, heaving himself up and preparing himself mentally for the death-defying chase that would follow across narrow rafters. His eyes struggled a moment to adjust to the dim light, but then he realized how very dark it was up here when his prey fucking glowed. "They're gone." Fin yelled down after a moment, stunned. "All of them, they disappeared. Did they get by you?" He clawed tight to the rafted and swung his head down, surveying the barn floor with confusion.

"Speech"

table art by nightauctor

[Image: Tyrfing_Chibi1.png]
Tyrfing has feline paws (with an extra toe on each foot), small horns, and amethyst saber fangs. These features may not be visible on all his art.
He has a black-chinned hummingbird companion named Coach and a mini emperor penguin named Private, and unless otherwise stated, assume the hummingbird is with him at all times.