Duskfire Glacier dark skies that hung above

Pledge thread 001. This takes place in Frostfire Ridge. :-)

Tuwawi was ...missing in action since Týrr could not bring himself to believe, even in the wake of destruction that Tuwawi's prolonged absence had brought with it, that she was truly gone. That she had left them. It wasn't something that she would do and he knew, or rather, chose to believe — blinded even still — that she would return to them. Yet, if she returned this time there would be nothing left for her to return to. Duskfire Glacier was ...gone. It appeared to the Rekkr as if it had happened over night, one day they were a pack and the next they ceased to exist as anything but a bunch of wanderers choosing to inhabit the same territory. The truth, Týrr knew was that the Glacier had been falling apart at the seams since, likely, before his return. Tuwawi had reclaimed her throne as he had desired but her kingdom was already ruins. He had seen it but had believed so fiercely in the wildfire Queen that he had turned his back on what he knew — that they were trying to save a ship already sinking, and that they were too late. 

This truth had slammed hard into Týrr now, as he left Duskfire Glacier with a forlorn glance over his shoulder, wincing against the pain the action caused in his healing wounds. Even so, he was numbed just as quick as the pain rose to it's paramount. Part of him wanted to wait for Tuwawi, and part of him was angry — not at her but at his own self. He might have lost every and all chance by choosing to conceal how he felt about her, for he did not want to inflict wounds upon her when she had lost Njal and then chased him out during their reunion within such a short span of time. Perhaps it was her husband she had left to go find — perhaps he thought with a bitter stab in his heart — jealousy — they had rekindled their estranged love. Maybe they were happy.

These considerations, however, did not help him in the slightest. There were still stranglers he knew, those who, perhaps, were as lost as he currently felt inside. Winded by the suddenness of it all — though it had been a long time coming, he suspected. The signs had all been there, after all. There was an opportunity to be found here, the Rekkr could see: an opportunity to take the stragglers that remained, whomever they may be, and find a new legacy. One that would last. Týrr could not bring himself to reclaim the Glacier, out of respect for Tuwawi and Njal — no matter how much his infatuation with Tuwawi made him dislike (see. jealous of) the other Northerner. The Glacier had been their kingdom. His attachment to it would not allow the Rekkr to stray far, his attentions focused on a nearby territory that had been within their outer borders. Frostfire Ridge. Though, if he was being entirely honest with himself it was not just his attachment to the Glacier that fueled the desire to claim close. He hoped that Tuwawi would return and if she did, she would decide to join him.

For the first time Týrr took to the Ridge, intent upon exploring it, to discover it's secrets and and divulge in what it had to offer him — and if all went well: a pack. The last he had seen the Amazon Huntress had been during the aftermath of the battle with the coast wolves, but now he needed to speak with her. To discover if she would give him her loyalty, or if she would try to convince him to go back to Coatl's Rise. He would not go, of course, but they had matters to discuss and he was willing to give the Huntress the benefit of the doubt; besides, she was the only one he knew well enough to trust, currently. It was for @Manauia he called for as he tipped his head back and paused in his steps.