Týrr knew that the Glacier's business was not his own, he no longer had to protect it and yet at the same time he did. He had helped the Sveijarn family found it and it was apart of him. He might not have been apart of their ranks any longer for now he could not any more let someone cause trouble (never mind he had his own intentions of it?!) then he would let them rip off his face. Thus, the Rekkr followed after her, feeling agitation with each step that took her closer towards the Glacier's borders, though they were still quite far currently, barely resisting the urge to pick up his pace and stop her in her path. Týrr's resistance was rewarded, however, when the female abruptly stopped. Týrr moved past her though, turning so that they were facing one another, fixing her in his gaze. He was curious, made even more so by her question giving him the impression that she had no idea what he was speaking about. It was possible that she didn't, but it wasn't a chance he was willing to take.
Still, the Rekkr showed nothing but patience. Duskfire Glacier. The pack you are on a collision course with,
And if her lack of knowledge of it's presence was true, she knew now that it was there. Do you have business there?
Týrr asked her again, redundant. It was redundant only because she had not truly answered it the first time. Týrr did not consider a question in response to a question to be anything near an answer.
a crime so old as the sky and bone