Duskfire Glacier dark skies that hung above

Manauia did not respond to his questions, though Týrr assumed freely that she had plenty that she wished to say to him. Despite the temptation that the Amazon Rekkr assumed that the Huntress was feeling, she surprised him by keeping herself silent. She offered no jab, no further insult, but neither did she supply him with any sort of response. Without knowing her opinion, the Amazon Prince took her silence as a victory; whether she intended it to be or not. He was right, simply, he lacked the knowledge on how to make such a stubborn woman as Manauia see it. Perhaps he would never be able to fulfill that, perhaps, Týrr considered, in that venture he would always fail. Though his offer had not been made as a bride, there was a part of Týrr that hoped it might soften the blow for her despite that he'd never held anything back from her. It wasn't as if she could not have seen this coming. She knew how he felt about returning to the Rise when he did not remember much of anything from that life; still she persisted and this ...yelling match had been the result. Whatever she remembered of Tezcacoatl Týrr did not know, but perhaps, he reasoned, he had never been so stubborn when he had been the Prince destined to lead Coatl's Rise. That destiny had changed and whatever deities ruled from above — if such things existed (he had his doubts) — had set him on a very different path then the one he was born too. Týrr grieved for what was lost to him, the memories, his forgotten mother, among the more recent losses, yet, he did not linger upon it. He used his mourning to fuel him and propel him forward into the new age. He was not a boy any longer. He was a man and his future stretched out vastly before him, ready for him to conquer whatever he set his mind too.

Manauia offered him a simple response to his inquiry, neither accepting the offer, nor rejecting it. It was...progress; or at least more progress than they'd had mere seconds ago when they'd been more or less yelling at one another in their equal frustration at the other. The Huntress' voice had been taunt when she had spoken, no doubt still reeling from having him crush whatever hopes she had managed to salvage and hold onto. “I will be waiting,” Though, admittedly, she had some time before he would demand a real answer. He did not want to rush this process of founding and claiming Frostfire. He would gather recruits, he would make and stock caches, prepare the territory for the pack that he felt confident would rise and prosper there. Something else occurred to Týrr in the aftermath of their disagreement, and the King Rekkr fixed his crystalline eyes upon her once more. “I will be gone for a few days from here, a week at most if the weather is good,” He inhaled deeply and let it out. “There is ...business I must take care of in the South,” He did not specify and held no intentions of it for the feeling that if she knew the true nature of his business that she would attempt to stop him. Or perhaps, at this point, she didn't care and wouldn't bother. Either way, it wasn't a risk he was going to take. “There isn't much to keep an eye on but I know that my trust is well placed.” He was being honest, though it might have very well appeared as if he were trying to play nice for the sake of it.