The Wilds had changed since he had last been. The pack that had once been nemesis to Swiftcurrent Creek was no more, learned only by the fact that is the Northstar Vale that Týr cut through now, his destination appearing to be Swiftcurrent creek though the young rekkr remained hesitant. He had left once. What reason was there for Fox to allow him back in? The thought of the beautiful and fierce alpha of the Creek had left a slight hitch in Týr’s breathing that passed as quickly as it came. It had only been a crush and crushes didn’t last forever, after all. He shook that thought and accordingly, Fox, away from his mind unsure without the certainty that he had previously had that had waned the closer he had came to the Teekon Wilds, where it was he was going to go. Obviously, he had to go somewhere. He could have tried to join with his father, probably should have, but he was too anxious to prove that he could step out of Ragnar’s shadow and conquer on his own to shut himself back in it once more.
The oppressing heat of the morning was not stifled by the thick, white clouds that drifted on the skyline, but the dew that clung to the grasses was cool where it touched and soaked into his chocolate paws as he picked his way towards the Sunspire. The only thing that had ceased the rekkr’s conquering momentum had been the scent of borders. It had caused Týr to give curious pause, wondering if the Vale wolves had simply moved to the Sunspire though a quick sniff at the urine markings told him differently. He only recognized one scent from them: Ferdie if only because he had met the man once in the Creek before he had left. Brow furrowed as he wondered why he wasn’t still in the Creek.
After a moment of rapid contemplation Týr inclined his head back and let out a call for any of the members so he might be able to quench his curiosity.
a crime so old as the sky and bone