Týr gave a swift nod of understanding to Njal’s assessment of where he thought Swiftcurrent Creek stood with the currently unnamed pack nestled betwixt the mountains. Of course, everything was, more or less, theoretical on the point of alliances or feuds until it was either proven or disproved by the leadership. Njal delved into a further explanation, informant on the altercations between the Creek and the ‘Vale’ thus far. To Týr it did not sound like the foundations were stable between the two of them, and while neither seemed to consider the other a nemesis, there seemed to be no love between the two packs. At least, this was what Týr pulled from the knowledge Njal shared with him. At least now, Týr knew to be cautious if he was scouting around or near the Vale’s lands, and to keep a general eye out on the slim, however still likely, chance that discord should show up on their borders in the form of angry wolves from another pack.
Týr remained content with the slight silence that had settled upon them until Njal began to respond to Týr’s inquiry about the ivory Northerner’s home. Njal’s trepidation was apparent in the way the other man seemed to stop himself before he finally allowed himself to speak the full name of his homeland in English. There was a slight chance that Týr might have understood it in the Njal’s native language - but they were from different areas, Týr had assumed, and the languages were sure to be different despite their similarities - much like their names. Njal spoke of missing it, and in that Týr could sympathize. “Why don’t you go back?” Týr inquired softly, not meaning to pry, letting the question open. The Viking would not be disappointed or hurt if his companion chose not to share. As it was, Týr only understood his homesickness because it fresh.
“I hail from a place known as Odinn’s Cove, it’s Jarl, their leader is my father, Ragnar. It is, we have spoken the old tongue since the pack’s founding generations ago,” Týr spoke in a reminiscent tone, laced with soft tones of subtle affection. “I still use it, even though many do not speak it here.” It was something from his homeland that the young Viking was not willing to let go of.
a crime so old as the sky and bone