Roads Untraveled

He met up with her. She returned his shoulder nudge with a press of her own before he stepped aside to put a comfortable distance between them. She spoke, echoing his thoughts. "Mmm," he murmured, a sound of confirmation if only because they were already on the same page in this. All they needed now was to scout the area and see if it would meet the rest of their mental list of requirements.

They needed this place to be a stronghold and easy to defend from outside packs. They needed a place where animals felt free to roam so they might hunt regularly. For Tonravik, he wanted snow. For himself, a pool or pond where he could enjoy his summers as he was partial to warmer weather. Forests. Mountains. A place where they could roam and his children could grow without fearing the outside elements. He hoped this place would satisfy those needs.

Nose to the ground he took a few wide strides away from Nanuk so they could cover more ground. He kept the white wolf in his peripheral while he searched for hints of life. This place was close to the place where the tornado touched down. He was uncertain of what that would hold, but he was curious all the same.