Frostfire Ridge half a life to rewrite

The morning was partially cloudy, though dark enough that Týrr would not have been able to initially discern this if not for the small sliver of moon — a mere crescent in the velveteen heavens above his head; because of it's small stature and the darkened clouds that moved to conceal it occasionally it did not off put much light for the Rekkr as he moved through the heart of Frostfire Ridge. He wished to speak with Tuwawi and warn her about Xiuhcoatl — he was weary of his aunt and Nochtli had confirmed that it was for good reason. Though he feared Xiuhcoatl turning his garrison against him he worried the most about Tuwawi; and admittedly there was quite a few other things he wished to speak to the wildfire of but he garnered on the line of trepidation in regards to his affections. She deserved to know whether she felt the same, could maybe feel the same given time, or it would never happen. The to-be King had failed to tell her the first time and had been afraid he'd lost her for good and that the chance would never return. He did not want to live with such regrets, he knew now; yet there would be time later. 

As his excitement for Frostfire Ridge's creation grew to paramount within him he found himself waking up earlier and earlier, too restless to toss and turn within his bachelor den and feign to sleep. If anyone of his garrison had woken due to the close proximity of their dens (kind of taking away the feel of “bachelor pad”) they would not be fooled by his constant fidgeting. He even tried rising, circling and plopping back down several times to no avail. He could not sleep and eventually had given up the charade. He wanted to see it done; to see his patience rewarded and his ideas come to fruition and become real.

Restlessly he paced the path to each of the territories caches, making a mental inventory of which ones appeared low and which ones could be taken from. Should children be a possibility for them this year — though he did not hold his breath for many reasons; one of the main being he was the only male that occupied the ranks — he wanted to make sure they were well prepared for ...anything. The tides of fate could turn so quickly and he would not have any of his subordinates starve. From the caches he moved to the faint line of scent that would eventually become strong when they finally staked their claim here and truly they were ready. He had gathered a strong founding (despite that most of them found him and refused to leave him) but just as Xiuhcoatl desired to see them all leave to Coatl's Rise, Týrr desired to see them stay and prosper under his rule. His idea was not to replicate Coatl's Rise, because as a male he believed in gender equality and because he desired to rule here, not follow someone else, but to take the aspects that he liked from what he could remember and what he'd been told and improve upon them; to herald the new era for the amazon women but not in a pack that would not accept him as it's true King.

Frostfire Ridge would be strong and it would be glorious, Týrr could not help but (chauvinistically) think. Crystalline gaze followed the shadows of the territories outside of the Ridge, outside of what would soon become his borders, always perceptive and vigilant. In truth, while it was something of a patrol the Rekkr also hoped that the notion would exhaust him into being able to get a few more hours of shut eye, though he was not so confident on that.

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