Little did his companion know that he had been apart of Tartok though, admittedly, he remembered nothing more than the name and the knowledge that he had belonged to the pack, at some point. Some point between leaving Coatl's Rise and being injured and taken hostage by the Vikings. Which left a broad time line of severe and troublesome unknowns for the Rekkr. Týrr noticed that she did not seem inclined to give him much information, a fact which he felt no need to capitalize upon for the simple fact that he was the exact same way. If she were to ask him a question similar to the ones he had thus far inquired of her, he too, would not be very forthcoming; and had in fact, decidedly not been very forthcoming when she'd inquired of his business with the Glacier. He had no intentions of delving into his own intentions with someone else, especially when he was not sure about the ironed out details. At this point, he had no ironed out details.
Crystalline blue gaze swept over her again as she inquired about his knowledge of the lands. Subtly, Týrr considered his options before he reached his decision a few moments later. “Around the Glacier?”
The Rekkr inquired aloud to her, though it was a rhetorical question. “It would be easier for me to show you,”
It was not often that the Rekkr had need to go further North than the Glacier but on the rare instance that he had tracked a herd past it he did happen to know of a way to avoid the pack and trouble as she put it, all together. With a gesture of his muzzle he took a step forward, pausing to see if she would follow or not. This way, the Rekkr figured, he would have a chance to keep his eye on her and make sure she was being honest when she spoke about avoiding trouble.
a crime so old as the sky and bone