#trustednomore

''A habit of death, I would suppose.'' The smile was dusty, barely been used for the most part of his time dead, as had all else. It was not for corpses to feel joy. But, despite all that, it was still the sweetest thing to feel, muscles tugging and lips pulling upwards, to grin. ''It has been a long time, Tyr.''

"Aye, I am well, brother. It has been a while since I last heard from you. I hope you are faring well too."

"Tyr." She smiled "I am well, how do you fair?"

It is release. Release into life, into living, into death.

and since ares would have captured him and sent him back, you can have fenrir appear again whenever becuase he aint dead. hurray!

"... I take it you're a god too then. Ummm, well what is this wolf's name?"

  "Take one more step towards blocking the light of my 'sun' and I will end you." She'd not even torn her eyes from the canvas, but the god's presence whispered itself to her like a crisp autumn breeze.