The strong survive [J]

"We will..." As soon as the wolf breathed those words it was as if the air suddenly seemed to lift a heavy weight from their shoulders. Tonravik's expression instantly shifted to that of affection as she welcomed a lost brother home. Iqniq followed suit as he released the tension he held within his shoulders and moved to greet this wolf in turn; a friendly nip and a nudge before he moved to find space of his own and offer a little more room for speaking.

Tonravik highlighted their requirements, the same as they asked of every wolf before looking to him. He nodded, recalling the Aariak's earlier words and Tonravik's ascertainment that she would know what to do when the time came. Still, it'd been a curious thing. The timing was somewhat impeccable, almost as if he'd been sent from elsewhere, and while he wouldn't question it, he was curious as to how much this one knew.

"We do not have anyone specialized in caretaking," he spoke, breaking his silence. The wolf had asked. Tonravik had welcomed him home, so he took no mind in speaking of matters that were somewhat private. "How practiced are you?"