Týrr had taken a break from the borders to hunt himself a snack, polishing off the rabbit he had caught quickly before he disregarded the bones, letting it for the crows and other scavengers to pick clean. Typically, the young Rekkr was not so caring about the lives of animals that were not wolves but a scavenger’s kill could mean the difference between life and death for them in the harshest time of winter and it only seemed fair to attempt to return the favor. He knew that he could have returned to the borders, they had no shortage of wolves seeking a home here, it would seem, but he wanted to explore the Glacier a bit more, perhaps even stumble across a pack member he had yet to meet. There were a few of them whom he did not know, having only met Malachi, Njal and Tuwawi officially. He knew he needed to be a little bit more sociable with his pack mates, because inner pack relations were important and that wasn't something he could dispute even if he wanted too. He had to contribute socially, as well as task oriented. Except, Týrr sometimes had trouble with that. He was very driven and focused and sometimes that got in the way of his ability to multitask. Or perhaps, as a male, he was simply bad at multitasking; he didn't have the answer, instead knowing only the issue.
It was with his newly chosen task for the day in mind that he happened to stumble across the one of the Sveijarn girl's. He recognized her as the one that had planted her face into his back leg upon their arrival upon the Glacier. Jökull, he was pretty sure her name was. She had dodged the decayed limb of the tree that had fallen to the ground, shattering upon it's contact with the harsh and unforgiving ground, the torn up trunk giving evidence that it had put up some kind of fight with either Jökull or something else's tooth and claw. The girl declared that she won, pranced around the tree trunk from what he could see and then lifted her leg to urinate on it. Brows furrowed in surprise because Týrr had never seen a girl pee like that and worked but ultimately failed to hide his soft escape of a chuckle.
Very impressive,
Týrr humored the girl as he approached, crystalline gaze rising to examine the tree for a few seconds before he looked back to her.
a crime so old as the sky and bone