Home Sweet Home
Who: Tyr, Fenrir When: Friday Where: Tyr's house What: Fenrir is going to be the best roommate ever
Fenrir really had no idea what was going on anymore. If he'd actually blown the horn, he'd have been convinced that every strange thing that had happened in the past few days had been indirectly his fault. As it was, he was starting to think the world was going crazy.
Tyr wanted Fenrir to live with him. The questions of why buzzed around in his head like a swarm, and the insidious worry that this was all a trap snaked through him, putting him on edge. He wanted to trust Tyr. He didn't want to want to trust Tyr, since trusting Tyr had once led to ropes and darkness and a sword between his jaws.
But he wanted to trust the other god anyway.
He shook his head, and let out a small, frustrated growl. Worrying without doing anything wouldn't help. He would go visit Tyr and decide what to do from there. Feeling better that he'd at least made a decision of some kind, Fenrir approached Tyr's house. He'd been lurking near the corner of the street for roughly 30 minutes as he tried to decide what to do, and moving was a welcome change.
Fenrir still felt cautious, though, as he approached the door of the narrow house and knocked. He'd told Gwyn that if he hadn't returned or contacted her in about four hours that she should track him, find him, and take out anyone who got in her way. He didn't think it would come to that. He didn't want it to come to that.