Verdant Basin rectifier

As they drew closer to the herd, Kavrak noted their diminutive size compared with the creatures of the north. Even the reindeer there outstripped these cousins, and their branch feasted often on the largest animals the tundra had to offer them. Yet Kavrak was of a like mind as her sister: these were not to be underestimated. Even the tiny fleet doe could cause serious harm to a wolf who thought too much of their own abilities. Kavrak was no such wolf.

She followed her sister's lead as Kuasak took her hint and headed into the midst of the herd, which began to amble away as though unsure whether to fear the wolves or not. Kavrak's lips parted into a silent grimace as she singled out a young female and snapped at its hindquarters, though her movements were impish and playful rather than determined. Her tail waved in a high arc as she sped among them, her steps quick and fluid as she shifted to cow an even younger male who hadn't even sprouted his first antlers with her gnashing teeth.

The sound that came from her throat then was almost like a laugh, a keening whumpf of air akin to a bark, but one that expressed her joy at this simple game. Kavrak was the most playful of all the wolves she knew. She was serious when it counted, and that was most of the time, but she had a humour to her that was uncommon among the soldiers of Tartok. Though it came not in spoken word, it was very much a part of her. More than once had a wolf underestimated Kavrak's prowess as a result of her joyous nature.

More than once had a wolf nearly died for that mistake.