Silvertip Mountain Profound

A strong jaw, chiseled features, and a hollowed stare... The likeness of her mother was striking, and it was startling how well Tonravik's origins had been masked by her sire's lineage. Kilgharrah had passed before Tuwawi's inception into Tartok, and she had never met or known the man. Only the Issumatar's courtship with a wolf named Aves rested on within her thoughts, floating like oil on water; and it reminded Tuwawi how quickly Siku's desires swayed. Was it best for the pack? Or simply most convenient for for their leader? Sometimes these two things seemed synonymous. Regardless, having an outsider so blatantly favored by their matriarch had caused grief within the ranks. Tartok was fickle like that - raw and uncensored - but the sense of perpetual existence was infinite, and the strength Tuwawi once felt was more than tangible. Perhaps she had become a cynic, now; jaded by a lifetime of struggling to survive under the stifling grip of others who called themselves tall. But was it enough to deter her decision? Did it diminish the sense of responsibility to those who took her in?

Her half-lidded gaze dropped to the ground as Tuwawi weighed her options, but Tartkok would not - could not - be refused; and it wasn't because she was afraid of loosing her tongue. There would be worse things to live with. But could she put her trust in this wolf? A number of variables existed, and yet a small glimmer within Tonravik's chestnut eyes seemed to quell Tuwawi's inner burdens, and let her mind rest easy. But one thing was certain- Tuwawi would be a difficult beast to tame.

"Tuwawi," she replied simply, letting her words be used in the most economical way possible. Her raspy accent jumbled the Inuit language somewhat clumsily. No other information was provided beyond that, after all... more was certain to come in time. Her ruddy ears rolled forward, awaiting the pitch wolf's response as she gazed out onto the mountain where Tartok would grow anew.