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Tyrfing · 12-09-2023, 09:46 PM

The relentless rain of spring had turned the world to a muted tapestry of grays and greens, the earth soft and yielding underfoot. Tyrfing moved through this sodden landscape with a purposeful gait, his large paws leaving deep impressions in the mushy pasture. He seemed undisturbed by the chill or the dampness that clung to him, even as the water began to pool and drip from the horns that crowned his head.

He found Corbie in the hide shelter, her gaze fixed on the huddled sheep. His alpha - usually so vibrant and engaging - seemed subdued, her energy dimmed by the aftermath of the raid and the gloom of the weather. With a respectful nod to her authority and space, Tyrfing settled beside her, just outside the shelter.

The raid, the one he hadn't been present for, weighed heavily on his mind, too. Guilt gnawed at him for his absence, for the time spent searching for Aris when he should have been defending his home. He couldn't undo the past, but he was here now. Whatever became of the fiery purple-marked woman, Tyrfing had decided it was better he didn't know. Avalon needed him; she did not.

"Góðan daginn." Tyrfing's voice cut through the drizzle, clear and composed. "Something on your mind?"

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