Týrr did not try to stray too far from Duskfire Glacier now that they were an actually established pack ...not that he had done too much straying after he had pledged his loyalty to Tuwawi, accepting the fire kissed woman's invitation before it was established. He had done some traveling if only because staying in the territory without the presence of others, despite that he had kept himself rather busy ensuring that the few caches he had begun to make were full. He kept checking on them even though there were others contributing to them and making more caches in preparation for the oncoming winter. Already, the days were cooling off and the nights were colder still. Fall had reached the Teekon Wilds and winter was just a beat around the corner. Soon, Týrr knew that the leaves on the trees that died in the months of the Harvest would begin to turn — brilliant and vibrant colors even though it suggested of death. Death and with Spring would come the rebirth of the world around them. Herds would begin to migrate soon, as well and their prey would become sparse as would their other resources.
The world around them had not yet reached that point, which gave them a month or three to prepare for the oncoming winter but it would not be long. Despite that Týrr knew he should have been working on the caches, or running a patrol he had slipped out of the Glacier's borders early in the morning heading towards the Sunspire. Not the actual territory itself — Týrr knew it was claimed and had no desire to cause himself to interact with Ferdie or Jace. He altered course to head down to Arrow Lake where he had taken the liberty of a bath and was currently sprawled upon the bank in a patch of sunlight, allowing it to dry his fur out.
The young Rekkr did not notice the ebony woman, having given the impression of a light nap, eyes closed against the warmth of the sun as it warmed each tendril of chocolate colored fur. Peaceably unaware that there was another within the vicinity.
a crime so old as the sky and bone