Moonspear fires

Wait a moment. He remembered Iqniq's words back at Moonspear. “Echelon and I will scout after the storm has passed.” But then, does that mean...neither of them found anything? No stragglers, no corpses? Packs could scarce subsist slashes against their numbers. Even so, they may have to move on...with or without any verification or evidence. Having remembered Iqniq's words, shame filled him. So caught up in their lost home, Kapvik struck out on his own. To relinquish the pent up hostility that had amounted within him, to sort out his own feelings...Today, duty was shirked. And he was ashamed of it.
INDENTFlattening his ears against his skull, the Epsilon chewed over his place with Tonravik and her crew. The familiar pang of exclusivity fueled his search for other activities. As if his attendance was nothing more than a fly hoping to join in on some surreptitious clique he knew nothing of. This created corrosion. Iqniq has somehow gotten the idea that he – a driven newbie – was a scourge worthy of his ire; a wrongdoer come to take his place and his spouse. This, on top of two separate groups somehow coexisting within one pack, made matters worse. Was he a son, a comrade, a brother-in-arms?
INDENTIt did not feel like it.
INDENTBut this rancor in being omitted from something far greater than himself did not tie in with his allegiance and veneration for the she-bear beside him. Rather, he felt drawn to her now more than ever. Like leaving her side would be an atrocity all its own (despite her advocacy to set off and find a new dwelling or any haphazard deviates). Kapvik would rather defy her mate's scorn than abandon her now, of all times. Those unborn within her...how could he live on knowing he abandoned them? Whether they died or lived through this bump in the road would make them stronger. I believe in you guys. Just hold on, okay? This too shall pass.
INDENTHer head turned and she addressed him, his ears erecting. Sullenness tinctured her verses. The wolverine did nothing to assuage her. Any comfort he could offer her would be redundant. It would be best to just throw themselves into the task at hand then to sit here and worry. Sometimes things have to go wrong in order to go right...Besides, Tonravik was not a wolf of comfort. Her subordinate followed in her paw steps, tense and painfully alert. Ouroboros Spine has seen better days; wooden limbs and splinters were scattered precariously about. The weaker rock faces of the spine have crumbled, sending boulders every which way. Some sat insecure on ledges, others were wedged deep into the mountain. The Epsilon, at present, was more preoccupied with his surroundings than finding evidence of his pack mate's whereabouts. Still, he tested the air occasionally. Tonravik would have to be the nose in this operation. He...everything else.