Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

His words were met at first with silence as she wondered. Was it? Her dark eyes remained on him, and she asks, Or perhaps where we go conquer our own piece of land. A savage grin comes across her features, only half-serious; but she would come to find upon entering the glacier that old habits died hard. Tonravik was far from optimistic now, but she wondered how he would take this statement.

Her ears perked, and Tonravik did not once look away. She studied his countenance for anything that might betray his interest or lack thereof, drinking in a deep amount of cold air. There was nothing in either of them to suggest their interest in resuming their former roles up until she said these words; Tonravik had her own doubts in being any wolves subordinate. Tonravik of course thought of Njal; could she betray him in this way? No, she was a woman of her word. Tonravik would go to this glacier first and foremost. But her interest in Mordecai was one she sought to figure out.