Duskfire Glacier watch the eyeless gain control

@Sen : Sorry this took me so long to get up. :(

Týrr drew in a deep breath, the morning tepid with it's warmth, the early sun concealed by thick, omnipresent clouds. The rapid warmth compared to the mild cold was not quite the adjustment it would have been had he still been back in Odinn's Cove. The Rekkr was inherently unsure about the place he remembered only as Seahawk Valley, though beyond the name 'Siku' he recalled nothing about the place other than he must have been there on his travels, and that it would have had to have fallen in the large time-line with so many missing pieces between leaving Coatl's Rise and waking up an amnesiac in Odinn's Cove. For the most part, Týrr's residence had moved from Duskfire Glacier to Frostfire Ridge, which was only the most logical move to him. It was close to where his heart lay, to the place that had been his rock and shelter in the chaotic storm he was still enduring, but it did not dishonor Tuwawi and Njal. It would have, perhaps, been easier to reclaim the Glacier but he could not bring himself to do it. He would have tried to recreate the dream of his Wildfire Queen and her estranged husband – it hadn't been his dream, and thus it felt more right to try to gather up those who had remained and not wandered elsewhere and attempt to convince them to follow him to the Ridge. He had fought and bled for the Glacier, and beside them and for that they would find sanctuary within the Ridge – if he could make it happen.

Persistence was not something that the lost Amazon lacked. Patiene was iffy, but he would find enough to make it happen and see to it that it was done right. The Ridge would be a tribute to the Glacier, but it would not be a re-creation. These were the clear cut rules he had set for himself, and those who agreed to stand behind him. He would see the Ridge thrive with life and if he did it right: a force to be reckoned with just as Coatl's Rise was. It was tempting to take ideas from what he remembered of his birth pack, though how he could alter them so they were not so hypocritical with him at the helm he was still unsure. The temptation of asking Manauia if she would lead with him was something he had played with for she knew best what ran a pack of Amazon's but he was not sure how open the Huntress would be to such a thing. 

She was a Huntress and an Amazon but would she be a good Ambassador? He didn't know. They did not talk much of Coatl's Rise for he was afraid it might try to spark a memory that wasn't ready to be known – and the resounding pain that shot through his head when he tried to pry frightened the Rekkr; so he had ceased trying. 

Týrr's wandering was not entirely aimless, instead he focused at present on taking stock of what was left of their caches, wondering if it would be better to take what he could and relocate it or if he should simply let it here. Untouched, nothing left but the ghost of a pack that had once stood so tall and proud upon these lands.