The Wilds had changed since he had last been. The pack that had once been nemesis to Swiftcurrent Creek was no more, learned only by the fact that is the Northstar Vale that Týr cut through now, his destination appearing to be Swiftcurrent creek though the young rekkr remained hesitant. He had left once. What reason was there for Fox to allow him back in? The thought of the beautiful and fierce alpha of the Creek had left a slight hitch in Týr’s breathing that passed as quickly as it came. It had only been a crush and crushes didn’t last forever, after all. He shook that thought and accordingly, Fox, away from his mind unsure without the certainty that he had previously had that had waned the closer he had came to the Teekon Wilds, where it was he was going to go. Obviously, he had to go somewhere. He could have tried to join with his father, probably should have, but he was too anxious to prove that he could step out of Ragnar’s shadow and conquer on his own to shut himself back in it once more.

The oppressing heat of the morning was not stifled by the thick, white clouds that drifted on the skyline, but the dew that clung to the grasses was cool where it touched and soaked into his chocolate paws as he picked his way towards the Sunspire. The only thing that had ceased the rekkr’s conquering momentum had been the scent of borders. It had caused Týr to give curious pause, wondering if the Vale wolves had simply moved to the Sunspire though a quick sniff at the urine markings told him differently. He only recognized one scent from them: Ferdie if only because he had met the man once in the Creek before he had left. Brow furrowed as he wondered why he wasn’t still in the Creek.

After a moment of rapid contemplation Týr inclined his head back and let out a call for any of the members so he might be able to quench his curiosity.

There wasn’t much time between the howl to quell his curiosity and the realization of what it might imply to any one that responded to it, especially if it was a leader who came to indulge the curious loner at their borders. Chocolate colored ears slicked back to stand at half mast atop his skull, the soft but handsome quintessential royal look that Týr carried, refined and finesse despite Ragnar and Floki’s best efforts to make him ‘savage’ and their endless teasing about his ‘smoothed edges’ pulling into a introspective expression. He knew nothing about this pack and it was perfectly logical to not be jumping the gun to join them given that. Týr was an intellectual being and he was not so desperate. The approach of an ebon male, his stance dominate giving the rekkr the distinct impression that he was a leader if not the leader. Imperative details that border scents alone could not tell him. Týr did not fully submit to the point of exposing his throat though he did alter his stance to one of polite respect regardless.

The question the other asked was so stereotypical to Týr. It was the one he was sure all packs asked: why are you where with the implied but unspecified why are you here? He supposed his answer, in return, should have been as equally as stereotypical: I want to join, except he didn’t know that yet. So, therefore, it wasn’t going to spill from his lips, yet. “I am curious about your pack. How your ranks work, who the other leaders are, your politics.” Týr stated simply, truthfully not bothering apologizing for wanting to delve deep into how their pack worked. After all, in reality, they probably didn’t really need him and he didn’t really need them so he wanted to know all about a pack before he made that kind of commitment.

It did not fall under Týr notice that his request for judicious information might have repercussive ramifications; though this was nothing short of the rekkr’s methodical researching tendencies he was not under the misunderstanding that it was always welcome. His questions were spoken with the clear intention of being prying. Some leaders did not like freely giving out information regarding their pack to a lone wolf that might join their pack but whose membership balanced on the precarious edge of the knife, the dependency of their joining resting alone on what they had to give. It was …fair to be cautious Týr supposed but he was not the type of creature to blindly follow another without getting cold hard and yes intrusive facts about the pack in question. Týr needed his decisions to be made with a relative education especially when he was not that desperate. Crystalline blue eyes watched the ebon creature stare at him with an intensity that made the earthen cloaked Viking with silver splashes under each eye shift in a manner that was almost uncomfortable without really understanding why.

“So Ferdie does lead you?” It had came out more of an acknowledgment of a statement as opposed to an actual question. He had only met the man once back in Swiftcurrent Creek and their meeting had not started off in the best of ways…it definitely could have gone better than it had. As it was Týr remembered lecturing Ferdie about approaching another pack mate with such unnecessary and excessive dominance. Brow furrowed as Jace informed him that it seemed that exact thing Týr had lectured Ferdie about was the way they worked their pack and he visibly hesitated. If there was one thing Týr couldn’t stand it was being dominated by someone who was not his leader. He was diplomatic in a way that his father had never been, but even so he found it insulting and annoying when in reality they were nothing if they were not apart of the leadership tier.

“Perhaps this is not suited to what I’m looking for, after all,” Týr murmured thoughtfully, and then figuring he might as well explain what had turned him off he added, “It is annoying and insulting when a fellow subordinate proceeds to lord themselves over me excessively and unnecessarily. As Ferdie found out,” Týr had forgiven it that time but throwing himself into a pack where being an annoying, over dominate douche was accepted and encouraged? It was turning him off of the idea at a quickening pace. He supposed he could have, if encouraged to stay, give it a try but if Jace would make no effort than neither would Týr.