Wolf RPG

Týrr patrolled the borders often, simply on instinct many days but it brought with it the consideration that perhaps he should be seeking Warden as his secondary trade. The Northman within the Rekkr Prince could not let him leave borders un-patrolled even though he knew that Njal and Tuwawi had the borders covered. Still, he rose each morning and stayed each night to claim a section to run, pausing every so many feet to mark it, before moving on. He tried to keep up the caches he had made, also, before the arrival of everyone else, keeping them filled and replenishing what he took — though he rarely took from them. Autumn had hit the Teekon Wilds, the days cooling and the nights cooler still. He suspected that the larger prey would begin migrating before long, in turn with the leaves when they turned colors, as the land around them died. Death and Rebirth. It was a concept that Týrr was quite familiar with, having several and large instances laced through out the legends Floki and Ragnar had used to tell him as a child. Or at least, he thought that they told him the legends when he had been young. It was hard for him to remember his childhood, oddly enough. He didn't think much of it, though, assuming that it was normal. That mostly all wolves forgot things of their childhood — that it was apart of growing up.

Týrr's leg lifted to mark a section of borders, only to lower when the howl rose up calling attention to the loner that was at their borders. Ears cupped forth and twitched to the sides to determine the origin and distance from him. Likely, she sought only Njal or Tuwawi, the stranger at the borders, but he was close and greeting loners at the borders was apart of being a Warden. Decision having been made in a handful of seconds, Týrr abandoned his scent marking to, at least keep the woman company until one of his leaders arrived. He found her, easily enough, thinking for a moment that she was Fox. Confusion furrowed his brow until it smoothed out and the young Rekkr knew his initial mistake. The woman hadn't sounded like Fox, though she bore a fire kissed pelt similar to Fox and Tuwawi's. Hello, Týrr greeted her as he approached, his crystalline blue eyes taking her in, assessing and determining. May I ask why you're at Duskfire Glacier borders? It was true she wasn't, exactly at their borders. In fact, he had to raise his voice to ensure that his words would reach her. The shouting distance was a little annoying but he wasn't going to complain too much because she had certainly left a wide berth.

The fire kissed stranger rose within the instant that Týrr assumed that she had seen him, his crystalline blue eyes touching resting upon her. His expression was not uncordial but she was a stranger and he was approaching her as a Warden ...or, more accurately, a soon to be Warden. He did not know her intentions and though she left more than an agreeable distance between her body and Duskfire Glacier's borders he knew better than to allow that to drop his guard. Appearances could be deceiving and intentions could be well hid, this much he had learned from Ragnar who had, himself, taught Týrr how the cunning operated. He was not as naturally suspicious as his father was, but he knew how Wardens were meant to conduct themselves and the decisions they made, accordingly. The Rekkr kept his expression neutral, chocolate colored ears cupping forth when she began to speak to him, having chosen not to allow his attention and curiosity to linger on the forceful shake of her head she had given as if she were trying to chase away haunting memories.

She began by speaking of joining his pack and in response Týrr's ears slicked back to rest half mast atop his skull. He did not realize that his posture had given her the false idea that he was the one in charge. He did not presume to take over Tuwawi or Njal's rank and the Rekkr forced himself to relax his stiff posture a bit. I do not lead here, Týrr interrupted her demurely, not wanting her to get it in her head that he was of any considerable rank. He was only a Mu, and merely trying to assist Njal and Tuwawi in any way that he could. While 'Warden' was not his primary trade it was his now, secondary, and he wanted to prove himself to them. Show them that he could handle potential joiners and strangers at their borders. I am just a Warden, Týrr clarified so there was no further or potential misunderstandings. It wasn't the full truth but then again he wasn't about to tell some strange woman that he was a Warden In Training ...that might give the perception that he didn't know what he was doing, when in fact, he did know what he was doing.

Týrr allowed her words to settle between them, ear flicking absently despite that he had given the fire kissed stranger his rapt attention. She was there to join the pack, and accordingly got right to business naming the Trades that she was experienced in. Her naming them off without prompt from him, for a moment, left the Northerner in his own silence as he thought of something else he could ask her. She sounded qualified but it was not his decision to make. It was not his place to vote or veto her chances. All he could do was pacify the time while they awaited Tuwawi and Njal. Why Duskfire Glacier? Týrr inquired, wondering if she would even be able to answer it. He supposed in the long run it didn't matter if she could answer him or not. He was not the one whom she had to please with her words. She could have abruptly refused to talk to him the moment he told her he was only a Warden — then again if she (or anyone) had in their mind they could disrespect him he would not hesitate to inform Tuwawi and Njal about such incidents.

As far as Týrr was concerned though, everyone had a reason for choosing a pack even if they knew nothing about said pack, which he suspected was the case here. She did not smell of any of the known packs in the Wilds and they were too new for word to spread that quickly with any sort of realism. He had been spreading the word on his travels as an aspiring Chronicler but then again he had only spoken thus far to Ame and Fox about Duskfire Glacier. Patiently, the Rekkr awaited her response, or her silence.

The woman claimed to be a Warden but her reaction to Týrr when he spoke to her the truth did not garner her any good impression with the young Rekkr. Týrr's suspicions were only proven correct at the woman's audacity to let out an angry snort ...as if he were squandering her precious time. Týrr had no patience for disrespect and loathed it even worse because it often stemmed from the fact that he was young or because he was not a leader, in this case. He was still a Warden — something that he would have expected her, as a fellow, supposed Warden to understand. He was performing his duty as his Trade demanded of him. Crystalline blue eyes bore into her, unforgiving and sharp as he stared at her unimpressed. Her snappish tone and clear attitude did nothing to soften the harshness in which he viewed her. You claim to be a Warden and yet you do not show me that respect that you would demand of me if our situations were reversed, Týrr spoke calmly, understanding that his words were probably going into one ear and out the other. As a Warden you should understand that I am doing my duty: greeting strangers at the borders. Unless of course you are not the Warden you claim to be. He wasn't outright calling her a liar — instead he favored a more polite and subtle tactic by hinting at his personal skepticism regarding the matter.

In hindsight, it probably didn't matter. It wasn't his call to make and it would be what it was. Týrr couldn't stand being disrespected and didn't believe in showing disrespect to his fellow pack mates. It was why he had opted against joining The Sunspire, why he shunned and disliked Ferdie. It was not something that Týrr would stand for. He perceived the fire kissed stranger's words and actions to be disrespectful to him and the Rekkr was not afraid to let her know that it displeased him, whether she cared or, and mostly likely, not.

Týrr offered her no further words, his eyes only leaving her when Njal approached. The Rekkr adjusted his posture accordingly, submitting to the other Northerner with respect and admiration, taking a step back to allow Njal to take over. Týrr remained silent but watchful hoping that Njal did not mind if he stuck around in the background to observe.