Týrr was easily caught up in the task of exploring, especially when it came to a place that struck him as new such as this forest did. It wasn't as if, of course, it had suddenly sprung into existence over night because that was absurd and ridiculous. Týrr was not very familiar with the Kintla Flatlands, having stuck closer to Swiftcurrent Creek and Stavanger Bay, now sticking closer still to Duskfire Glacier. The Northerner enjoyed exploring, which left him with the impression that perhaps he should make the decision of Outrider for his tertiary trade, but had not yet decided which one he wanted to aim for. His choices were not limited, thanks to the rigorous training that Ragnar and Floki had put him through as a child. He knew many useful skills and choosing three to focus his energies upon was not an easy thing to do. He based it off of the Glacier's need, he supposed, deciding that, that seemed like the much better choice.
Chocolate colored ears swiveled to either side of his head at the sound of forest debris under foot, echoing in the slight distance. He had been making noise when he walked, of course, but it had not came from beneath his own paw that time, of that much Týrr was certain. Black, leathery nostrils flared as he inhaled, drinking at the scents around him, trying to place if he could find the source of the noise though he did not hear it again. He caught the scent of a pack wolf, recognizing the scent as Blacktail Deer Plateau. Hopeful that he had been lucky enough to stumble across Fox again Týrr made his way towards the scent without hesitation, pausing when he drew nearer and the silhouette of the female melted into a coat of shades of gray, broken only by the black on the nape of her neck. Glacier eyes of crystalline blue studied her for a moment longer before boldly the Rekkr broke his silence, Hello,
he greeted her with.
a crime so old as the sky and bone