dreamers of the day are dangerous men

For auntie @Xiuhcoatl ! c:

Týrr did not make it a point to venture out of Frostfire Ridge too much, lest it was to track herds for the soon-to-be pack, or on a hunt. He enjoyed traveling, but he did not feel the need to seek out the adventures that the mysterious territories yet to be tread by him as he once would have. He was no King yet, and Frostfire Ridge was not claimed to call his own though he was content to settle into the would be responsibilities and stay firmly rooted. When the pack took hold and rose to live his days would be filled with diplomatic and leadership duties. Time to slip away to venture forth would be few and far in between, and beyond that he had an Amazon for that. Nochtli, she was his scout after all, or so it was claimed to him. His two other trades sought after by him would be more practical for his rank, stationed upon his lands where he was meant to be. As far as the other packs in the Wilds went Týrr did not see the need to concern himself with becoming acquainted. He knew the wolves of Stavanger Bay well enough, had killed their Jarl as retribution for what Ragnar had stolen and done to him, but the others...he didn't care. Not of the Bay and not of them. Frostfire Ridge did not need to forge alliances — they would be formed with the intent of learning how to fight as all Amazon's did; even the slaves who took to the arena as sport and breeding rights were taught to fight, entering not as helpless ignorant creatures but as Gladiators. While Týrr had aspirations of being the harbinger of the new era Quetzalcoatl had desired him to be in Coatl's Rise, he intended to see it brought to fruition here.

He could not leave these Wilds, they were an integrated part of his fate and the Amazon Rekkr would not be swayed — though this was not to a lack of trying upon his garrison's part. Despite the fact that Manuia had always seemed to Týrr to be rather uptight and cold, he was pleased to find that life with the Amazon women wasn't as bad as he had initially assumed it to be. He did not remember them from before but thus far he actually found himself enjoying the company of Nochtli and Citali, even though some times he found himself exasperated at them. Their ways could not be helped, and he was not ignorant enough to believe that the decree of one Queen could erase generations of men being nothing worse than slaves to them, their only purposes to entertain, to perform arduous manual labor, and when the time came produce them with daughters. Rather than be discouraged by this knowledge and accepted fact it caused Týrr to push himself, determined to prove himself to him even if it was a wasted attempt. He was stubborn enough to try, used to pushing himself past boundaries in the effort to strive to be his best.

A deep breath was drawn in through his black, leathery nostrils as he walked the would be lines of his territory, where someday he and those he'd gathered to stand behind him would mark as borders. In the distance the glacier loomed like a glistening glacier blue mountain, beautiful to him even though it brought with it a stab of sorrow. The few that had stayed when Duskfire Glacier had fallen seemed to be gone now, too, at the very least Týrr  had not seen nor heard from them in quite some stretch of months, and he was left to his assumptions. The view the Ridge provided him with was breath-taking and he took it in with a swell of pride in the strong curve of his chest, sparing a glimpse at the cloudy sky overhead for a split moment before he pushed forward, lost to the devices of his wandering mind.