
Bicoloured eyes squinted closed as he grinned, turning his head to look at her through the slits.
Who do you think your father is?he chuckled, almost teasingly in his good nature,
I am Tyr, Norse god of War and Justice. Don’t let this wolfish body confuse you,perhaps he didn’t realise how much of a revelation he was revealing to the girl, for he said it was such ease.
He continued to watch her, curious of her reaction. She seemed almost in awe previously. Smart, even. Perhaps this one preferred a scroll and quill over brawn and battle.







