Blackfoot Forest whisper

Tartok wolves have just been hanging around here, but anyone's welcome at this point :)

For the while, the Forest would host she and hers up until she decided what the right course was. Leading was in her blood, and how cold it had run when she had climbed upon the glacier and stared into the face of its leader... There was no doubting that inevitably she would lead again, the only question was when. She had some behind her, but certainly not enough. Still, humble origins were where her mother had started. Only a few wolves, against the entirety of the Valley. The war started by her mothers sister. In the end, Tartok came to be victorious, and it yielded in her conception and an empire.

Perhaps she could begin now.

This she humored while marched through the terrain, head low to the earth as she sniffed the ground. For the moment, she tracked a wayward fox that had scavenged on a meal she had hunted days ago. The Tartok woman would have none of that so long as this forest hosted her.