The Storm Rolls On (AW)

Tyr had learned long ago not to trust kind words. They were simply a cover to hide malicious intent, and they were nearly always followed by a fierce punishment from one of the pack's adults, so he was decidedly leery of any perceived kindness. Still, the younger wolf seemed harmless enough, he no longer needed to fear punishment from Hroovitnir and he was far from the reach of Vili and Ve, so Tyr forced himself to relax, to stop trembling. He remained crouched still, ears and tail lowered as he watched her. She seemed to be giving him room, staying near the entrance to the cave rather than coming closer and pushing his boundaries. Unused to such courtesy, Tyr wasn't sure how to react, exactly, but making her stay where she might still be getting wet from the wind-driven rain was probably not a good way of going about it.

"You... you can come in further, if you want," he said warily. "You don't need to stay over there because of me."



"Speech"

Nothing to gain, everything to fear