Mount Everfall I cannot be tender with this much blood in my mouth

Tûgar, when she herself was directly approached, rolled unto her side to reveal her belly. The tension between the two dark wolves had faded as soon as the lead bitch was appeased by him, and Tûgar knew she did not want to face her displeasure. Her tail thumped weakly against the cold, stone ground as she began to pant. The two wolves before her were able-bodied and strong. Tûgar would follow them until Tartok could be found, she had already decided. Wolves to hunt with would be good. At length, Tûgar moved to lap at Silaluk's cheek, too. Oath enough, for the time.