Duskfire Glacier embracing the starlit fate

The look that the smaller male sent in Nochtli and his' direction did not go unnoticed by the Rekkr, though Týrr did not chose to capitalize upon it. Even if Primrose would have asked it aloud, he likely would not have answered though it would not have been out of silence.  Týrr didn't particularly know what Nochtli and him were to each other, himself, nor with any of the others, either. Currently he saw them as the babysitters charged with keeping an eye on him. Perhaps that was why he, as Tezcacoatl, had took off in the quick of night, taking all of them unawares. Perhaps Tezcacoatl, like Týrr did not like being thought of as a small child that needed a garrison of women to protect him. Or perhaps it had been for reasons darker and more personal. He couldn't remember and he did not try to pry. As it was, the mere consideration of it had created a dull ache in the back of his skull and quickly he turned his thoughts away from it, the slight quicken in his heart rate causing a small rush of adrenaline to surge through his veins as a stab of panic had radiated within him. This all passed in a matter of seconds, so quick that the panic and adrenaline had subsided by the time that the other male gave his name, Primrose: except to his friends who called him 'Posie'.

It was a girly name, though Týrr was adept at keeping his (rude) opinions to himself, though he could not help the furrow of his brow and questioning look when Nochtli announced that the other was 'cute' and suggested that they should keep him. Keep him? Given Nochtli's stance as an Amazon woman and the belief they astutely held to: that men were good as slaves, entertainment, and strong daughters and that was the extent of it her fawning over the smaller male was a hard pill for Týrr to swallow without loaded suspicion. It was odder still when Nochtli moved forth to close the distance between Posie and herself to curl up next to him. Crystalline eyes studied her wearily but shook it off a moment later. He was not sure if she was being genuine or playing a game with the other male. He did not remember her and thus could not compare her behavior to anything. Perhaps she was a gentle Amazon, though the idea struck him as humorous. A gentle Amazon? Was such a thing even possible? Then again, she had told him she was a Diplomat. She couldn't exactly run around scowling at everything like Manauia did, she had to have the skill set to make friends that the Huntress didn't. “If you are interested I can offer you shelter and food. My pack will soon claim the Ridge,” He gestured towards Frostfire with a subtle sweep of his head in it's general direction. “And there is space available.” There was no obligation, but Týrr saw an opportunity and there was no harm in planting the idea in Primrose's head, in giving him a choice.