"I eat where I want to," Fenrir said, sticking his chin in the air a little haughtily. Fenrir was not good at being decisive, but he knew he had to make it clear right from the start that this was not like before. If he stayed with Tyr, it would be because he felt like it. It would be his choice, and he'd come and go as he pleased.
Fenrir got up and walked the perimeter of the room sniffing at the corners of the room and the furniture. He licked his lips and looked up at Tyr. "I know I asked before, but...why are you doing this?" The "why do you trust me?" was unspoken, but there.