Sink my teeth in

Tyrfing had delivered his offering and begun to traverse the woods east, back toward home. Normally he would avoid the fog-laden forest on his path out of ease of travel and visibility, but as his hummingbird had vouched for the validity of these Gods too, the faithful viking felt it right to pass by this altar as well. He had nothing to give to the three-headed dog that parted the fog but prayer and presence, and so Tyrfing made sure to devote a suitable amount of time to silent worship at the cerberus' paws.

On his way east a cacophony of violence caught his ears. Who was doing battle among the said-to-be-haunted forest, so close to an altar of the Gods? Tyrfing followed the sounds through the fog, allowing them to lead him into the devastated clearing and to catch sight of the one responsible. He recognized her instantly as the small spitfire who had fought with him on the hidden peaks of the nearby mountain, though the energy she carried with her today was noticeably different. Versus the cat Aris had been heated and passionate, fighting it with an understandable sort of madness. The Aris before him now seemed out of her mind with rage and the clearing wore the evidence of that boiling anger plain as day.

Tyrfing took a step further, approaching the crazed fighter with a calm readiness. He would not shirk at needing to put down a rabid dog on a rampage so close to Avalon's borders, though it would be only in self-defense that he would raise to her tooth and claw. It's what Corbie would want, Fin supposed. "I pegged you for more lightning then tornado." The viking commented. "Precise and deadly, sparing and not wasteful. What has you so riled to bring about such destruction?"