Týrr did not enjoy lingering on the edge of uncertainty; always having been so determined and set on his path even when he had known nothing but the lies and savagery the Northman had fed him until Týrr was the only identity he knew having suffered from amnesia. Amnesia that though allowed those wisps of memories to haunt him never quite in reach as if it were a delicate treat that was hanging in front of him. Very nearly could he taste it but he could never reach it. There was nothing to be done about it now. He knew the truth though if he would ever regain the memories that had been stolen from him was largely unknown. There was little sense in lingering in despair from what he might never regain — there was only the path before him, nothing but shadowy darkness behind him. Facing forward, persevering it was all he could do now.
Eyes of crystalline blue caught the movement from within the borders of Duskfire Glacier, something like protectiveness rising to a swell within his chest though he dampered it down hastily. He had no home. No pack. His loyalties might have belonged wholly to Tuwawi he could tell that it was not her that led though...the ember that had founded the Glacier's scent was present on the borders. This lifted his hope a little, if only just. Earthen tones of fur took the shape of Manauia, familiar to the Rekkr as the Amazon woman drew nearer to him. She did not greet him with formalities, though the Rekkr expected little given that he was not sure where they stood; instead offering him a simple statement made obvious by his presence before her; though wrong.
That depends,
Týrr spoke to his guardswoman, inhaling the scents of the pack again with a slight lift of his lip in distaste that Tuwawi's scent was not as prominent as leader as he believed it should have been. I pledged my loyalties to the Sveijarn family, to Tuwawi not some green boy who thinks he is a King simply because Tuwawi left temporarily.
Though such a statement was unfair to Malachi, Týrr knew, especially because they were of a similar age. Still, Týrr felt no remorse for his words. Basically, he told her that he would follow Tuwawi or no one. Even if he was convinced to join the Glacier, there was a great chance of insubordination form him towards anyone but Tuwawi which would cause them more grief than any good he could offer them.
a crime so old as the sky and bone