Silvertip Mountain Profound

Tuwawi. The eyes of Tonravik seemed to glow. This was the woman Siku had named. Her affinity toward Tuwawi seemed to extend only slightly; but a woman trusted by her mother would become trusted by her in time. Tartok implicitly trusted one another. There was nothing about Tuwawi that set her on edge; if anything, she was more at peace in knowing who this was.

And so at last she steps backward, gesturing toward the mountain. Home. It would be home to Tuwawi, too, if this was her desired station. She waited to see what the ember would decide, loath to force her. There would need to be a name to their battalion, and in time they would decide one. But for now, they were the beginnings of Tartok. They would consume any who decreed themselves enemy in their destructive whirlwind, and leave nothing of said enemy in their wake. Tuwawi had been lost, but Tonravik sought to find the identity she fought to grasp.