His companion seemed to be interested in the information that he had to share with her and Týrr took this to be encouragement. A week or some of travel,
Which was really nothing to Týrr who had traveled for months to reach a destination before. He was a born wanderer, his conquering heart unwilling to allow him to enjoy respite for too long. It was something that the Rekkr was determined to fix, however, especially with the help of his new found loyalty to Duskfire Glacier. Yes, I know Fox,
Týrr told the Plateau woman with a soft smile and accompanying soft nod of his head. He was aware that Fox had relocated and thus there was no surprise upon his face when she told him that Fox was the previous leader of Swiftcurrent Creek. Already, Týrr had spoken to his once leader, not forgetting that she had offered him a home if he ever wound up in need of one. Týrr didn't think that would happen but it was a nice sentiment to keep in mind, just in case. Hmm,
The Rekkr drew at her consideration of what happened when they passed away but did not offer up his own beliefs on it. If he went by what he was supposed to believe as a Viking the they were simply taken to Valhalla. Spirits and souls really had no bearing on much of anything; but he wasn't sure in reality how death worked because, well, he'd never died before.
a crime so old as the sky and bone