It felt right to be back upon Duskfire Glacier soil once more. Týrr had not expected to leave, and had never meant to leave so suddenly, without giving anyone a heads up to his decision, but he had caught a trail of one of the cats splintering out of the Glacier, and the urge to protect the crumbling Sveijarn family had been strong. Impulsively, the lost Amazon son had taken off after it, tracking it right out of the Teekon Wilds. His own personal issues, dealing with the fact that he was the Amazon woman's 'Tezcacoatl' not taken care of, but at least at some sort of neutral terms, he had put shifted it onto the back burner, wanting to bring justice for the disappearance of Larus and Njal. Perhaps, underlining all of that Týrr didn't want to see a family crumble such as his when Thistle Cloud had admitted that he wasn't truly Ragnar's son. That it — all of it had been a lie. Knowing the truth, however, failed to spark the memories. Týrr believed that he truly was the one that they called 'Tezcacoatl' but he did not remember that boy, and was not sure if he was him in the sense that the Amazon woman had wanted him to be. It was just a name to him. For better or worse, Týrr was … Týrr Nýeldur, the Scandinavian; who had once upon a time been an Amazon Prince named Tezcacoatl.
It was confusing, and for the most part Týrr tried not to think of it too seriously. It made no real matter now. Upon coming back to the Glacier, Týrr had been surprised to be greeted by Malachi as opposed to Tuwawi, only to learn shortly after that Tuwawi was gone, and that Malachi had risen in to stand as Alpha in the missing woman's stead. The knowledge that the fire kissed Sveijarn was gone tore at the Viking's heart but there was nothing to be done about it. Malachi had accepted him back in, and though Týrr desired to inquire if anyone knew her potential whereabouts there had been no time for it in between the telling of why he (Týrr) had disappeared without a word in the first place.
A light rain had began to fall as Týrr sought out his old bachelor den, hoping that someone else had not claimed it in his absence, apathetic to the fact that slowly, his fur was becoming damp in the process. He wasn't sure what he would do if someone had, indeed, claimed it. Presumably, he would do what anyone else would do: find or make a new one.
a crime so old as the sky and bone