The woman must have been rather perceptive, or perhaps she had taken the slight tensing of his shoulders for what his was: offense. The muscles were taunt beneath his coat of chocolate, particularly tight in the junction between his shoulders. He couldn't help it. He would defend the Sveijarns until his dying breath; particularly Tuwawi. Njal had the Rekkr's respect and they were of some kinship as Northmen but it was Tuwawi that he had spoken the most too, it was Tuwawi that had recruited him into their fold and it would remain Tuwawi that his loyalties truly lay with. For Maera to so willingly replace her mother confused Týrr among caused another swell of irritation to rise within him. Tuwawi had done so much for her children, and to replace her as if it were easy with this ivory woman before him upset him, deeply. Likely, this stemmed from the fact that his memories of his own mother had been unfairly stolen from him, the amnesia had erased and eaten all that he had ever loved, a side effect of the intentional injury he had suffered at the paws of Ragnar and Floki. He would give anything to be able to remember Quetzalcoatl, to remember more than her name and it seemed, the way this ivory female told him: Maera was willing to replace Tuwawi. Perhaps, the Rekkr allowed, that was not the case but he didn't know and had nothing but this female's word and his own assumptions on that matter to go off of.
Tuwawi has never and will never stop being her mother,
Týrr breathed, willing to refute this woman's flawed way of thinking. The only way she ever could would be if she lost her memories and didn't remember Maera, I should know,
His situation differed only a small bit from his example: his mother remembered him but he did not remember her and thus could no longer call himself her son. He wasn't her son — had stopped being Quetzalcoatl's crowned prince the moment he had suffered the head injury and forgot everything. Yet, the Rekkr had no intentions of fighting with this woman about it. After all, they were likely soon to be pack mates, but that did not stop his disapproval nevertheless.
Týrr was silent as Scarlett spoke, offering him a thank you for founding the pack. She wasn't wrong, he supposed, but he was irritated and knew that in the end he really needed to speak with Tuwawi herself and be done with it. The Rekkr's weight shifted and he cleared his throat once. Well now you know some about the Glacier,
How Malachi allowed these wolves to call it their home without knowing hardly anything about it was beyond Týrr but there was nothing to be done about it. As much as I hate to cut this short I must be going,
It was something of a small struggle to remain polite, even though he was annoyed; however he managed it. With a small dip of his head in her direction the Rekkr turned and headed back the way he'd came, contemplating his next moves and sorting through what he had just discussed.
a crime so old as the sky and bone