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Malachi's response was conceding to Tuwawi, surprisingly submissive for the fact that it was he that held the title of sole ruler of the Glacier. For the first time, there was a small rise of pity within the Rekkr's chest but the fact that Tuwawi, as the ember soon pointed out, had come to learn that Malachi had hid his knowledge regarding Larus' presence made it writhe and die. It was one thing for a regular subordinate to withhold information that — not that, that shouldn't be punished — but for an King to do so, to never act to find the missing was another matter all together. Though Týrr had left not once but twice at least, the first time, he had gone in search of Njal and Larus. Crystalline eyes went back to Tuwawi, dutifully when she addressed him. Her jeer made him wince internally but the Rekkr held fast, keeping his gaze steady and resolute upon her. She was angry, spurred by fresh ire and no doubt worry; and likely not thinking as clearly as she could have been, ready to tear at the throat of the Bay without stopping to consider everything. Admittedly, this was likely what Scarlett and Malachi had been attempting to do, but they had been wrong about it in their ways. War was the only conclusion. Those who had done this had to be made to suffer, and with that he would never rise to dispute; but he was born of War. His attempts were not to dissuade her, but to convince her of what he, loathe as he was to admit it, was convinced of: that Ragnar and his Vikings were innocent. He could have been wrong but he was willing to bet his life that he wasn't. This was not the way of the Vikings and Týrr did not see Ragnar abandoning the culture or ways of life that he loved so much, had no reason to as far as the Rekkr could see.

“Because I know Ragnar, Tuwawi. For all the sins that he has, he would never abandon his culture or way of life, and what was left to us is not the Viking way,” He had already told her that if Ragnar wanted to harm them he'd have done it already. He would have barged in as if he owned the place without hesitation or fear of death. That was how the Vikings worked. Threats and hints were of no use to them, not when they could pillage and take what they wanted. They were not subtle in their approach but their presence would not have been known until it was too late and they were already there.

“Am I a lying wretch then, too, Tuwawi?” Týrr asked her softly, wanting her to see that just because her previous experiences had been bad did not mean that every coastal wolf was like that. He wasn't. He had never lied to her, even taking a gamble to expose the truth: that he'd once been apart of the pack that Ragnar had led before they'd both came to the Teekon Wilds, despite that it could have been a bad choice for him; and he had no intentions of ever lying to her. Sure, he had withheld information but the Rekkr felt nothing but resentment towards the scarred Northman. In the end his willingness to speak up was tilted in Ragnar's favor by the simple fact that Týrr did not want anyone else to steal his kill. Ragnar was his life to end, and no one would take that away from him.

Still, his words seemed to have calmed Tuwawi, even if only a little bit. A little bit was better than full on fiery rage. He was silent when Tuwawi suggested sending a scout. While he would have volunteered for the job he had too much of a connection for it to be of any use, having once been a subordinate of the held accused, and thus held his tongue; besides he was more useful to the Glacier if he remained.

The Rekkr's hackles bristled when Scarlett spoke up against Tuwawi once more, spitting in the ember's face that she wasn't the Alpha. Foolish girl, Týrr barely resisted the urge to sneer at the pallid girl. Tuwawi was the only one with the claim to be the Alpha, in the Rekkr's mind, though he was largely biased. Týrr watched the progression, feeling a small swell of pride in his chest as Tuwawi stepped into her rightful role as dröttning as she told Scarlett to get out. Crystalline eyes flickered to the ivory woman then, surprised to hear her declare her departure and that she would be taking Adlartok — the pathetic sniveling, broken child with her, as if that was going to make any difference other than a good one to the Glacier. After all, the child was little more than a waste of space. He ate their food, wasted down their medicinal caches and offered nothing useful in return. It would have been kinder of Tuwawi to have killed him and been done with it; however she hadn't, though the thought had certainly crossed the Rekkr's mind to finish the job when he met face to face with the child.

Týrr watched Scarlett depart with a lift of his lip, though as soon as her silhouette disappeared he turned his eyes, once more, to Tuwawi, the true monarch of the pack, his deeply rooted loyalty even more refined than it had been before. Týrr wondered if Malachi would bother to fight Tuwawi or if he would step down willingly for her, allow her what was truly hers; though currently Malachi did not appear as if he had the will to fight her. It was a smart move, as far as Týrr cared to see, for he would have attacked anyone who dared, at this point, to challenge Tuwawi's obvious authority, ensuring that his Queen could reclaim her throne once more.