Týr was able to keep pace with Njal with a fair amount of ease, though he held himself back keeping his body a respectful distance behind the higher ranked man because it was only proper to let the higher ranked wolf lead - and besides that Njal obviously knew where he was going. At best, Týr had a rough idea of their path if only because they was more or less backtracking his previous steps. Fox had mentioned they had enough warriors and wardens and though Týr had agreed to consider a task elsewhere he had intentions of helping to patrol the borders nevertheless. He didn’t need an official title to do that, and as far as the Viking was concerned another pair of eyes and ears along the borders could not hurt. It seemed to Týr as they walked in a silence that, admittedly, felt a little awkward even to the Ragnarsson, that the loquacious behavior of his companion had been fleeting and brief. Týr’s initial impression of Njal had been simple in that the other did not really come off as talkative, but they were pack mates never mind how newly minted, and surely they could learn something about one another - it didn’t even have to be really all that personal. Týr’s lips parted to speak once more, figuring it was ok to perhaps sate his curiosity and inquire as to where Njal came from up North when the scent of the borders tickled at his leathery black nostrils, which flared to take in the strength of the pack’s markings - the strongest of all being Fox’s - as to which caused Týr to close his mouth again. There would be time for that inquiry later, he figured as his ears cupped forth atop his skull to catch Njal’s words.
Njal spoke of a mountain to the west and crystal blue eyes flickered west obediently, towards the towering peak in the distance, splicing up towards the skyline. As Njal named another to the south-west, Týr turned his eyes towards that towering landmark, mulling over the change in tone that had sounded to Týr to be a subtle warning when Njal spoke of a pack nestled near the Sunspire. “Are they not allies?” Týr broke his silence to ask, wanting to know if he should potentially be on the lookout for any of them to come near Swiftcurrent.
Njal began walking in another direction, and for a brief moment Týr lingered casting another glance towards the Sunspire before he loped after Njal, catching the older male’s approval of another Northerner; which reminded Týr of his earlier question he had saved for an opportunity such as the one presented before him. “Where up North are you from, if I may inquire?” Týr inquired, being sure to use his manners, letting it open for Njal to either reject the question or accept it.
a crime so old as the sky and bone