The day was fair and slowly Týr made his way towards Stavanger Bay with exaggerated slowness hesitating on the precipice of his trepidation. He wanted to see his father again but he was not so ignorant not to realize that he had a family, a new family that did not include him. So long he had strove to prove himself to Ragnar, to be worthy and now when faced with the chance to show his father what and who he was becoming Týr was scared. Scared that Ragnar wouldn't approve, that he wasn't welcome because the Jarl had moved on. It was a silly fear, borne of an insecurity that he had never known until it had been thrown in his face that he wasn't good enough. He tried not to let it get to him but he was only a teenager and he had his moments of doubt. Perhaps it was one of those moments that spurred his current trepidation.
Instead of going all the way to Stavanger Bay he lingered in Gyrfalcon's Keep pausing to take a drink from a fresh rain water puddle he found after he had dined on a plump rabbit he had caught, cleansing his chin and teeth from the pink stain and crimson droplets of warm blood that had lingered on the fine hairs there, salmon pink tongue sliding across charcoal lips as his head rose to allow crystalline blue eyes to study the unexplored landscape. He had passed through the Keep once only to confirm that his father's presence in the Wilds was stronger than it had been, sparked by curiosity as to his intentions. Studiously, the young Rekkr watched, muscles pulling taunt as a fawn, sandy colored wolf came into his line of vision, eyes narrowing to study her from afar, silver kohl lined eyes following her every move, black, leathery nostrils flaring as he scented Ragnar all over her. Others lingered on her coat, as well, but Ragnar's scent was the most familiar to him and Týr was confronted with the consideration that it was his step mother he watched.
On a impulse the teenager let out a chuff to announce his presence to her.
a crime so old as the sky and bone