Tyrion continued to observed. Maybe he would need to cross into the plains to find answers. His ears swiveled, hearing nothing, but the dwarf had a strange feeling in his gut. It was that feeling he was being watched. So close to two different packs, that was a very real possibility. He was no great fighter, but he certainly did his best to hold his own. A soft grumble escaped him, but he did not go towards whatever was causing the tumble in his gut.

Instead, he scanned the northern horizon towards the openness of Asteraia. Yes, he would need to go there. The golden blonde male started to walk again, opposite the direction his observer was waiting. It was easy for him to disappear amidst the taller grasses as they shifted to their golden colors and his size, though he doubted he would lose whoever was tailing him. Not that he was trying to do so anyway. Instead, he walked and listened.

Tyrion would wait a little bit longer. Once he was certain he was being followed, he could confront his stalker. The impish wolf began to hum. It certainly made him sound harmless, especially as he began to sing, "From ice, from ice, we Forresters born, To ice we all return. Father, brother I've sworn, I've sworn, To guard this rest you've earned." The good news was, the old man could carry some semblance of a tune, so at least it wasn't painful to listen to.