Týrr had met the Sveijarn family half way from Swiftcurrent Creek and Duskfire Glacier just as Tuwawi and him had discussed. The journey was not so half as bad for him, nor so long, and he felt bad for the pair's children, one of which, Maera he thought her name might have been, the one whom resembled Tuwawi the most in coloration had thrown a temper tantrum in which she refused to move. He had been about to step forth to carry her when an unknown male beat him to it, and the Rekkr recoiled and the caravan had began to move once more. Excitement settled anxiously within him, at the prospect that it was actually happening, and awe that he was apart of it, in accordance to the gratitude he felt towards the pair, though it was granted to Tuwawi only a sliver more for it had been the ember kissed woman who had extended the offer in the first place; and he would spend as much time as it was necessary paying them back, proving that inviting him to be apart of the next, biggest chapter of their family's saga had not been a mistake. The Rekkr could offer them many things, he felt confident.
After many hours of traveling, they had finally entered Duskfire Glacier, a soft sigh of content slipping from between Týrr's lips. Already, it felt like home to him, though he did have the advantage of having stayed within the territory while Njal and Tuwawi had finished tying their loose ends up in Swiftcurrent Creek. The party had only just stopped, the young Rekkr's movements ceasing with a gratefulness. He did not share in the tiredness that seemed to exude from the others, having (sheepishly) only made half of the journey himself. He had focused on the Alpha pair only to give a start when he felt something small, warm and decidedly puppy-like collide with his back leg. Ears slicked back to half mast as he peered over his shoulder, catching a glimpse at the child whose head was pressed against his leg, leaning on him as if she needed the support. In the next second after he realized that she was no danger his ears cupped forth and his gaze softened, pupils shrinking back to their normal size within their pools of crystalline as the adrenaline faded from his blood stream. He felt silly for being so startled by the girl with the iced coloration, Jökull, Týrr thought of her name. She had been a trooper, determined to walk the entire way. He smiled at her though whether the girl noticed it or not he did not know. When Maera mimicked her sister it did not come as quite such a startle to Týrr who allowed the girl to lean upon him. It lasted only until Tuwawi had called her children to her. Týrr held still for them as first Jökull weaved her way between his legs, her movements dragging and sluggish, followed by Maera.
He saw that they made it to their parents and brothers before Tuwawi and Njal's howl rang out. He joined in soon, after, tilting his muzzle towards Asgard, intending for his Gods to hear it and aknowledge his pledge and promise of loyalty to Duskfire Glacier and the Sveijarn family.
a crime so old as the sky and bone