A thousand million stars

He was perched precariously on the thickest, lowest branch he could find, a couple tail lengths off the ground. It had taken a few tries to get up here, but finally, he was up. He sat carefully and began to groom his paws, the height off the ground giving him a better perspective of things.
'This is how wolves must see things' he mused to himself, cleaning a bit of dried mud from between two toes.

He looked back to where he had come from, a few meters away was the den site of both Autumn and him. He was quite pleased to have his own little plot of land, however small it may be, it was his. And Autumn's.

So I was really inspired and this post kind of went out of control so...no need to match the length. :P

Týrr would not claim that he harbored a restless soul, for he was content under Tuwawi's rule and being apart of the Glacier, a pack he had helped to see to fruition. Yet, he was not a homebody, either. He could not spend every day of the rest of his life locked away in the Glacier. He enjoyed exploring, and initially, he remembered, it was the reason he had desired to leave Coatl's Rise: he wanted to explore what lay beyond the Eldingar Valley. His guard had accompanied him, but how they had gotten separated or what had followed after that he did not know. Tezcacoatl's memories were not in tact, painful, and trying to pull them from whatever dark abyss they had been lost too as the amnesia, sliver by sliver dissipated was as cringe worthy as nails across a chalkboard. The headaches began dull and the more he poked and pryed, attempting to excavate something, anything they increased in strength. Týrr had learned quickly not to rush them, not to try to rip them free. Either they would come to him on their own, or they were lost to him forever. Vaguely, that was all he remembered: that he had wanted to explore the world beyond his home. Before and After remained large mysteries. There were times when he desired to ask Manauia, to see if she could fill in the blanks that he was too frightened to yank free himself but then bulked every time. Maybe she could tell him. Maybe it would spark a memory; but if it did would he suffer for it? Some sort of karma like consequence of “cheating” his amnesia? Or would her words fall deaf upon him with no spark of recognition at all?

He didn't know and the lost Amazon Prince was not willing to pay the price it might cost him to find out.

The Rekkr did not dare to venture too far from the Glacier — not when Tuwawi's ascension to her rightful throne was so new, and certainly not with the threat of death and war looming over them like a recently sharped axe, deadly and real. Just as Manauia was determined to let none harm a hair on his head, he was determined to protect Tuwawi and Maera to his dying breath if he had too. In his world, now so full of uncertainties, of so many more questions than he had answers the Rekkr held onto what mattered the most to him. Tuwawi, her remaining daughter, and Duskfire Glacier. In reality, the Glacier was all that he had. He had estranged himself from the Bay wolves, vowing to tear the heart of their patriarch out of his chest, hell bent upon vengeance; and though his trust for Manauia was beginning to take root it was still so new. He did not know for certain if he could trust her, though she had proved nothing but an asset to him thus far. She wanted him to go home, but he needed to make her see that the Glacier was his home. He tried to tell her that she didn't need to stay; yet she insisted. He would have attempted to order her to go back to the Rise, to be with her sisters but he held the suspicion that she would defy him. Though the whole “Lost Amazon Prince” was a new thing to him, he realized from their latest conversation that he did not have quite the pull over the Huntress as his title might initially instigate.

Still, she was all he had of a past he could not remember and there was a part of him (not that he'd ever admit it) that was glad she ignored his protests. It would no doubt be the Huntress he turned to, to advise him in the days to come.

The sound of a tongue sliding over fur, a subtle noise caught the Rekkr's attention, ears cupping forth atop his skull as his steps ceased, crystalline blue eyes scanning the landscape for the source. At first, his interest was piqued at the hopes that he'd happened to stumble upon some sort of prey animal. He wasn't hungry, but returning to the Glacier with something to offer the caches was not something he would willingly pass up. He found the creature, that appeared to be fox-like, though the Rekkr was filled with trepidation at his assumption. He'd never seen a fox those colors before.

A soft chuff was given to alert the thing to his presence, unsure if the creature would understand the wordless greeting.

A soft chuff alerted Kesik, and he spun to see a young wolf coming toward him. He dipped his head in greeting, but inside his heart was racing, and he dearly hoped that this wolf would not be like the salty one.

He stayed on his high perch, looking down at the wolf who approached. "Hello, Mr Wolf. Before I come down, I must know if I look tasty to you." He scanned the creature with curious blue eyes, awaiting his answer.

The creature, though the closer Týrr came to it, perched higher up as it was, the more he came to think that it was a fox, though he'd never seen one of such coloration before. Typically, the red fox was the only one that he was used to seeing and so the consideration that they had coat variations such as wolves did, was mildly fascinating to the Rekkr. He didn't usually give much thought towards the smaller canines but in this male's presence he was forced too. The little creature offered a dip of his head, as to which Týrr assumed was a greeting and with a soft jeer the Rekkr returned it, unable to help but feel that it was a noble way to greet one another. Technically, neither had to offer any respect to one another. Still, the lost amazon prince would not complain. The creature had manners and that was all that currently mattered. At the lupine creature's question Týrr could not help but let out a small, incredulous burst of laughter. Him? Look tasty? If the Rekkr was desperate enough, possibly, but he wasn't desperate and was currently well fed and his hunger sated. Crystalline gaze swept over the lupine though, assessing and contemplating. “No,” The Rekkr replied after a small stretch of silence, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. “I'm more of a venison man myself.” He admitted, and then added with a sharp tone of vex, meant to lightly tease: “So you're good.”