dreamers of the day are dangerous men

Touché. Týrr could not help but think as she spat, her tone hinting at underlining amusement, that what he wanted didn't concern her. That door swung both ways, in what the Rekkr thought to be fairness, even if his aunt wouldn't have agreed. Frankly, he didn't care. He couldn't make himself feel the level of affection for wolves that were strangers to him (as he once had), despite that he'd known them (apparently well) as Tezcacoatl. He didn't remember enough of his past to affirm such things and had no choice but to take them at their word; but that didn't mean he had to accept their desires to force him into something he didn't want to do. He had a choice, regardless of how males were treated in Coatl's Rise and he refused to be treated like some common slave. “Then there you go,” Týrr deftly shrugged his broad shoulders when the golden woman before him offered what he took to be an insult. Though she did not seem inclined to back down. A lot like him, in that respect, not that he had any intentions of pointing this similarity out to her. It might ruffle her feathers even more and gods forbid that she didn't get her way. Whether she was spoiled or not was lost upon the Rekkr, but it was how he chose to see it (though the fact that the same could be said of him did not fall beneath his notice, either).

“I'm sure your Queen will be pleased to see me in pieces, especially after the effort that she's exulted to find me,” He spoke with sarcasm. Perhaps Týrr should have felt guilty for using Quetzalcoatl as his leverage (especially when he couldn't really remember her) but he didn't. If she was trying to threaten, or scare him for that matter, it wasn't working. “I'm not going to fight you,” He told her point blank, sharply even as she bared her teeth at him. He did not want blood spilled within his home ...or at least not the blood of his kin and regardless she was his kin. Blood, even. “But I'm not going to lie down and die, either; neither am I leaving. I have set things in motion here. Things that cannot be undone and you can either join your sisters and join me, you can roam around these Wilds if that isn't an option for you or you can return to Coatl's Rise without me.” He felt weary of offering her a place within his pack but she was strong and...she was knowledgeable of the Amazon culture. Since he looked to implement things of their culture, he was all for collecting the Amazon women, as long as they saw him as the man and leader he'd become as opposed to the boy he'd been when he had set off with them to find himself.

In a way, he had found himself, simply he had taken a long detour along the way, and forgotten a few (important) things on the journey.