The Floodlands I feel you in my arms, but you're hardly even with me

This was the way of the wolf. 

They lived for The Hunt, and for The Family. There were others in the world that thrust themselves into something more humane, and ultimately they perished. Silaluk had seen what emotions could do to another, and had no desire to fall victim to them. It seemed, fortunately, to not be in her genetic code; Silaluk and her family, all of them, all of Tartok, survived through their heathen perspective, and their savage outlook. Their strength was as much in themselves as it was in one another. 

Though the trail they followed was weak, it was enough. It was more than nothing. They would head this way, and should this trail ever end they would find another. But they had seen the imprint of their pray in the earth, and she did not think that the entirety of the herd would escape them.