Týrr made no moves to close the distance between them further as he waited for her to register his presence and in accordance register whether she thought of him as a friend or a foe. He had no intentions of hurting her, and while he could have ignored her scent trail and continued on his way as if he hadn't noticed it in the first place it had not felt like the gentlemanly thing to do. This forest was unknown to him, but perhaps it was known to his grayscale companion — not that Týrr had any qualms about exploring unknown places to him by his lonesome. He had the heart of a conqueror and he did not fear what he did not know as some were known to do.
The Plateau female greeted him back with a simple enough greeting though the Rekkr thought that he detected an edge of nervousness in her tone. Awkwardly, he shifted his weight unsure if perhaps he should just leave. After all, he did not wish to make her uncomfortable and they could easily part ways if she desired it. He hadn't expected company when he had first made his way to the Kintla Flatlands but he could not say that it was something he found disappointing now that he had potentially found it. A soft chuckle left Týrr's lips at her question, glimpsing up at the thick canopy above them before crystalline gaze rested back upon her. No,
Not that, he thought, it would not make some pack a nice place to live. It was a more than reasonable distance between pack lands, at least a few days of travel and it had a strange sort of charming feel to it, as if had came straight from some fuzzy, warm happily-ever-after fairytale. He had not gotten far enough to determine if it could provide plenty enough prey but in reality, it wasn't a huge concern to the Nýeldur. He had no intentions of claiming it, quite content with Duskfire Glacier and following the Sveijarn pair he had pledged his loyalty too.
I live much further north. I am apart of a pack known as Duskfire Glacier.
Týrr admitted to her after a small pause, studying her reaction to his words, wondering if she had heard of Duskfire Glacier yet. He was not sure quite how fast word traveled around the Wilds, but he imagined it was probably slow if only because of the fact that the Wilds were very vast.
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