Arrow Lake Fight the break of dawn

It had been difficult getting to the lake itself, it by no means being an accessible thing to those that hadn't the mindset for perilous paths and challenging treks. Tonravik reveled in such things, being mountain-born and mountain-made. The ice and snow of the place she had been in while she was a yearling merely carved her. Her strides grew longer as she ascended a particularly difficult pathway, nose poking and prodding as eyes sought old and abandoned dens. Her nose would find it before her eyes would, but still, she looked.

That Toothless followed her thus far went unrecognized. But it was only as she turned quickly finding the trail of something that she noted a blur again in the corner of her vision. The Tartok woman spun on her heel and attempted to summon the being that hid—not knowing it was the same cowering wolf—with a welcoming chuff. The wolf would have nothing to fear if it was obedient, but if not, Tonravik would seek it out, feeling now that she was being followed and the intentions were not for good.