It was only after Týrr had murmured his name, pronouncing it as one word instead of the two distinctive words that they were, did the Rekkr realize that he wasn't as alone as he had once made the mistake of thinking he'd been. Brow furrowed softly in confusion as he tried to make sense of the silhouette that cut through the shadows of night that stole over the lands at dusk as the sun sunk beneath the horizon which eagerly rose to meet it and swallow it whole. Crystalline blue eyes studied the figure which had lurched forward and began to move towards him, chocolate colored hackles bristling slightly in surprise, forgetting for nothing more than a split second that he was now apart of a pack. Long, had he traveled on his lonesome and becoming accustomed to pack regulations and the constant presence of others was strange to him. It was a novelty all over again. After that split second had passed he realized his place, that he was now apart of something greater than himself. His guard did not entirely lower, however, until he sniffed at the air, determining that the scent of the other male that was approaching was of Tuawai and Njal.
The closer the unknown pack mate came, the easier it was for Týrr to study him. It became apparent that while he knew next to nothing about the male that he, at least, recognized him on sight alone. He was the man that had tentatively scooped up Maera when the youngest Sveijarn girl had decided to throw a twenty minute temper tantrum that had delayed the caravan from Swiftcurrent Creek. Hello,
Týrr broke the silence between them, though the world was hardly silent, filled with the lullabies of the night. Dawn was approaching, soon, the Rekkr determined from the position of the moon, sparing it a quick glance before his gaze went back to the other Glacier male; figuring that it didn't hurt to get to know a new pack member before he started on filling the caches he had already started in between patrols of the borders.
a crime so old as the sky and bone