The fire kissed stranger rose within the instant that Týrr assumed that she had seen him, his crystalline blue eyes touching resting upon her. His expression was not uncordial but she was a stranger and he was approaching her as a Warden ...or, more accurately, a soon to be Warden. He did not know her intentions and though she left more than an agreeable distance between her body and Duskfire Glacier's borders he knew better than to allow that to drop his guard. Appearances could be deceiving and intentions could be well hid, this much he had learned from Ragnar who had, himself, taught Týrr how the cunning operated. He was not as naturally suspicious as his father was, but he knew how Wardens were meant to conduct themselves and the decisions they made, accordingly. The Rekkr kept his expression neutral, chocolate colored ears cupping forth when she began to speak to him, having chosen not to allow his attention and curiosity to linger on the forceful shake of her head she had given as if she were trying to chase away haunting memories.
She began by speaking of joining his pack and in response Týrr's ears slicked back to rest half mast atop his skull. He did not realize that his posture had given her the false idea that he was the one in charge. He did not presume to take over Tuwawi or Njal's rank and the Rekkr forced himself to relax his stiff posture a bit. I do not lead here,
Týrr interrupted her demurely, not wanting her to get it in her head that he was of any considerable rank. He was only a Mu, and merely trying to assist Njal and Tuwawi in any way that he could. While 'Warden' was not his primary trade it was his now, secondary, and he wanted to prove himself to them. Show them that he could handle potential joiners and strangers at their borders. I am just a Warden,
Týrr clarified so there was no further or potential misunderstandings. It wasn't the full truth but then again he wasn't about to tell some strange woman that he was a Warden In Training ...that might give the perception that he didn't know what he was doing, when in fact, he did know what he was doing.
Týrr allowed her words to settle between them, ear flicking absently despite that he had given the fire kissed stranger his rapt attention. She was there to join the pack, and accordingly got right to business naming the Trades that she was experienced in. Her naming them off without prompt from him, for a moment, left the Northerner in his own silence as he thought of something else he could ask her. She sounded qualified but it was not his decision to make. It was not his place to vote or veto her chances. All he could do was pacify the time while they awaited Tuwawi and Njal. Why Duskfire Glacier?
Týrr inquired, wondering if she would even be able to answer it. He supposed in the long run it didn't matter if she could answer him or not. He was not the one whom she had to please with her words. She could have abruptly refused to talk to him the moment he told her he was only a Warden — then again if she (or anyone) had in their mind they could disrespect him he would not hesitate to inform Tuwawi and Njal about such incidents.
As far as Týrr was concerned though, everyone had a reason for choosing a pack even if they knew nothing about said pack, which he suspected was the case here. She did not smell of any of the known packs in the Wilds and they were too new for word to spread that quickly with any sort of realism. He had been spreading the word on his travels as an aspiring Chronicler but then again he had only spoken thus far to Ame and Fox about Duskfire Glacier. Patiently, the Rekkr awaited her response, or her silence.
a crime so old as the sky and bone