Though Týrr's focus was on the path before them, his ears previously pushed forward atop his crown to pick up any noises that were what he might consider out of the ordinary, one of them swiveled to the side, in her direction to show that he was paying attention to her despite that they were on the move. It would be foolish not to pay attention to her. Just because she did not seem to have any ill intentions did not mean she could not attack him at any given moment. Though the Rekkr was not so paranoid about such things (after all he made no habit of running around assuming that everyone was his enemy) he was nothing if not cautious. Her question was a prying one and for a moment Týrr met her question with his silence as he contemplated if he should admit to her our not. It wasn't like he was there, nor had any intentions of ever returning but even so. Where the winters are harsh and unforgiving and it is expected, come spring, to find those who were unfortunate to be frozen with the thawing of the snow,
The winters of the Eldingar Valley were brutal, though as luck would have it both the Viking and the Amazons came out of it alive and have for generations. The other, lesser packs, the ones raided by the Vikings on a chaotic rotation often did not make it through the winters. Where Týrr came from it was truly survival of the fittest. It is called the Eldingar Valley by the Vikings,
He spoke the Icelandic rolling off his tongue paired nicely with his accent. Though I imagine the Amazon's call it something else. Either way it is the same.
He did not expect her to know of it very little did, he assumed, unless they had passed through or came from it, that is. Where is it that you came from?
Since, they were talking about it. It was only fair that she share, or so the Rekkr believed, anyway.
a crime so old as the sky and bone