Duskfire Glacier watch the eyeless gain control

It did not come as much of a surprise to Týrr to find himself within the proximity of approaching company. What did manage to garner the Rekkr's surprise, however, was that it was a familiar face. Granted, not a face he could put a name to but he knew her by sight and scent which in the Amazon Prince's mind was better anyway. The important thing about her was not that he knew her name but that he knew she had fought alongside him and the other scattered remains of the once proud Duskfire Glacier in battle. She had shed blood just as he had and that, ultimately, worked in her favor. The lack of surprise towards company over all was born simply because the Glacier was no more and he expected curious lone wolves, and perhaps even pack wolves, to investigate. He didn't like it — he didn't have to, but he could not bring himself to reclaim the Glacier, which admittedly opened up for potential conflict in the future if another had their eye upon it and if he could get the Frostfire Ridge claimed. 

Týrr watched the ebony woman as she approached him, a limp rabbit swinging jovially from betwixt her jaws. Her greeting was muffled by her meal which still hung from her mouth as her steps slowed to a cease before him. Crystalline blue eyes studied her as she laid her catch down by her front paws, velveteen ears the color of milk chocolate cupping forth at her inquiry. Her question brought with it a painful clench of his stomach. How he desired to tell her yes ...but he could not bring himself to commit to the lie. Tuwawi was missing and she had been the Matriarch of the Glacier; Duskfire Glacier served as little more than a tribute to them all now. A memory. A reminder. “No,” Týrr let out his breath in a soft exhale of air from his black, leathery nostrils. “I do not know where Tuwawi has gone,” And it killed him, but he could not linger in this place and pine for her. If she left to find Njal and rekindle her lost love then it was Týrr's own fault for hesitation, for missing any chance he might have had.

Even so, the consequence of what happened to the Glacier did not befall to his shoulders alone, though he did not, precisely, blame Tuwawi. It could be argued that he was still blinded by his infatuation with the wildfire queen and whether that was true or not ceased to matter now. “The Glacier has fallen,” The what could have been a great empire reduced to little more than rubble. Ruins. “and I am looking to claim the neighboring territory Frostfire Ridge.” He informed her, giving her the choice to either inquire or brush his words off. He wasn't going to beg, but the offer would present itself should it be wanted.