Silaluk could have followed the waters from the Basin to move further, but she moved back to the Mountain but once more to inspect if any others from their branches had come this way. Mount Everfall would ever be the wolves of ocean-water and mountains preferred route. Her shadows remained behind her, but they lagged with intent. They were looking for trails of any that they had ever known. The she-wolf that had come to them by chance on the Mount would know different wolves than she and Anuniaq both. Silaluk would know many, for in her short life she had traveled much, aiding Tartok in many of their efforts of taking over territories. It explained the map of scars beneath her thick winter-fur that could likely only be seen by the eye that knew how to look. Scars were a great thing to carry, and it was not her who lost her life in those fights. 

Scree fell from an upper ridge of the mountain, and Silaluk, having been ascending herself, moved with precision to meet them. The wind was not in her favor and so she could not know what, exactly, she might meet. There was a deft and deliberate slowness to her movements as her glacial eyes searched her surroundings for signs of a predator lurking near. No scat, no claw-marks lining the rocks, and no territorial yowls. Though it seemed unlikely, it was not impossible, and so she was rightfully wary. Up and up she went, until she saw the sight of a tail that was distinctly wolf. This caused her to pick up her pace, though the way that she moved suggested her expertise in scaling mountains that had been even more difficult than this. Not once did she lose her footing, and soon enough she was level to the other. 

Silaluk shook out her furs, dirt, dust, and debris flinging from them before she took some odd steps toward the other wolf. Her ears cupped forward with interest. From afar, she could scarcely tell the others age. It could very well be a younger wolf of their ilk, and the adult they traveled with perhaps might be nearby... Silaluk's eyes took stock, again, of her surroundings, and a deep inhale informed Silaluk that around here, this one was alone. She did not think much on that, as thinking was not truly her way. Silaluk's tail fanned rigidly out behind her as she moved to close the distane, her body language calm. She was an imposing thing to behold, but at present she was not a threat to the other. No, Silaluk was merely curious.

It didn't take long before the scent of another had drifted toward the youthful child of the storm. She cast her head behind her and caught sight of the hulking she-wolf who had appeared like a massive shadow. Thyri's fur bristled instinctively and she drew in the scent of the other. The lands were not claimed, but she was not interested in making trouble for herself if someone was attempting to make a settlement there. There was something about the power within the other that drew her forward. Lifting her crown upward slightly, the child beckoned the larger beast forward, pleading with pale champagne eyes. She wanted to know this brute – this behemoth of a creature who had fallen upon her like some grace of the great gods. It was a sign for Thyri; a sign that the world was capable of so much more than what she had experienced from within the confines of her Heda's protective clasp.  
 
The storm crackled within her and she breathed out in a great plume of breath. Narrowed brows were not issued out of scorn, but interest, and she found herself taking a tentative step toward the brute of a woman – the warrior that Thyri wished she could be.  

The invitation was accepted swiftly, and the strong woman closed the small gap between them. Her wedgelike snout investigated the scents the young traveler had collected as Silaluk moved across the length of her body, slow but purposeful. Silaluk's bearing was that of one who was in charge, and though the other was young she heeded their body language. She was no mother, and intolerant of incompetence. Her teachings were savage in their instruction, but they were lessons none could forget. 

A sound in the distance caused Silaluk to become alert again. Small rocks bounced downward, and Silaluk looked upward in time to see a stray billy-goat lose their footing as she had not. It was the last mistake it would ever make; down, down, down it went. Silaluk brushed past the girl, then, the appeal of a free meal one that caused her to alter her path. The sickening crack of bones and terrible thud, thud of its body slamming against the duller parts of Everfall did nothing to her but, perhaps, provoke a feral excitement within her. What a fortunate error, for her. It was still going downward as Silaluk began to move, one ear cupping backward to listen for the stranger behind her.

Silaluk began her descent. Her eyes analyzed the precarious way down, and she lurked at a dangerous precipice. And she found her path. None of the many she had seen were easy, but to her it would not be a challenge. She was uncertain if the other would follow, though this was neither here nor there to her. She did not know the girls story, and she did not care to. The past, with many, was a tangled web. Tartok enabled many to tear clear of it and become better, stronger. Many wolves learned of their untapped potential when Tartok had them push past their own, self-made boundaries. Whether or not the girl began a new chapter this hour was largely in her own paws. 

Silaluk followed the bloodtrail, and the echoes the body had left in its wake. It had fallen a long way, and fortunately for the creature it had died long before its final stop. Were it alive, it wouldn't have made a difference. Silaluk called to her wolves, @Aklark and @Anuniaq as well as @Tugar—they would all eat this day. She tore into the fallen thing, its flesh and blood delightfully warm.

Silaluk dug into the beast, and when the young girl made to do the same her bloodied lips peeled back in a warning snarl. The stranger had yet to be brought into their fold, and would know that she must wait her turn before she had her fill. Silaluk knew the girl was young, and remembered the days when she had been so young that rank did not matter and she could eat with those who led the mountain. This one was not her young, however, and Silaluk would not see her resources taken by strangers—the other would need to earn her trust, earn her place among them. She could stay if she obeyed the simplest of rules in their wolf law, and her patience for disobedience was nonexistent. Wait your turn, the severe look said. It had not yet come.

As the other turned to go, Silaluk blinked and licked her bloodied chops. The girls fate meant little to Silaluk, who held no trust for others she did not know, and cared even less. Appeased, Silaluk tore into the warm, fallen thing. Her subordinates would fall in soon, and they would eat. Silaluk desired for them to feed before the girl who darted away, as it was them who had earned her findings above any other. This world was about survival, and Silaluk had ensured that those who followed her did just that. With Silaluk, they thrived.