Sawtooth Spire wrong side of the tracks

Tonravik snorted, not humoring the question with an answer. Her disdain and lack of tolerance toward all canine's not wolves was quite obvious. But the second question? Tonravik cocked her head as she looked at her son. The words could not be thought of. Not how she meant them. "Fur," she said then. Different than her mates own, lighter somehow. Perhaps it was just youthful vibrance. One—Tonravik especially—could only hope.

As he went on to explain the rest of what he saw thus far, Tonravik listened. She was eager to get to know these lands as she had known the Spine... and her mate was right, she would enjoy finding out for herself when that time came. Her dark eyes looked to her sons who had all settled by now, and she settled, too. She wondered if there were bison to be found somewhere in the depths of this land... if there were, she would discover them.