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Tyrfing · 11-17-2021, 07:17 PM

The stranger took a very long time to respond and as she stepped forward examining him, Tyrfing mirrored her movements backwards. His already squinted eye narrowed further in suspicion, and then she spoke her name - his name - and Fin wasn't sure what to think. "If you're a Saxe, why don't I know you?" The yearling's headache was hard to think straight through, though looking upon her he could see some familiarity in color and marking, at least. "I'm Tyrfing Saxe, Chaos and Valkyrie's son." She had offered her name so Tyrfing thought it only fair he reciprocate, though his hummingbird thought otherwise and gave the boy a few stern pecks of it's beak upon his nose before continuing it's anxious circling.

The water continued to call to him and Tyrfing spared a glance into the fog west, where he new the river lay. The draw was inexplicable and confusing - was this a part of the sickness? It dawned on him then that the stranger appeared healthy, and his gaze fell upon her once more. "Are you sick?" He asked bluntly, taking another step backwards from her. From what Fin had been told there was a mental version of the sickness, one that made wolves crazy and unpredictable. Was this wolf a carrier of that strain?

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