Arrow Lake Fight the break of dawn

For a while, there was silence. She heard the sound of distress, but did not turn to meet it. The stranger had not welcomed her, despite its curiosity, had not joined her side; Tonravik was not clairvoyant and could not know that the call was one for her, something of a wait!. But in due time, she heard the wolf again, and gazed at him in a sidelong manner. He had joined her, then. Nostrils flared as Sisamat scented an old and abandoned place, and she buried the front half of herself in it. The size inside was enough for someone her stature and would even fit Toothless, with even some leg room. Tonravik was glad for that; the other was flighty, and even though she was certain she could overwhelm it, she did not desire to intentionally distress it.

She barks in the direction of the den multiple times, legs splayed, ears forward; and when nothing emerges at all, she thrusts her own wide girth into the earthy hole and lays herself to rest. This would do for the both of them, and by day, she—they—would go home.