Sunspire Mountains now it's just the rubber burns peeling out behind the wheel

Tonravik had been meandering and exploring, her urge to settle driving her to find some sort of rendezvous. Her uncertainty to join others had her doing this; after the Glacier, Tonravik was not sure she could follow anyone. It was simply a domino effect for the Tartok wolf who knew her place was well above what she might accept in the meantime. And accept she never would. Nor was she certain she could tolerate it. Her mind slipped to Mordecai and their meeting, reminded of her own words. She was not sure she could follow; and he thought luck might suffice. No, Tonravik would need more than luck to survive becoming a subordinate. Tonravik would need the marrow removed from her bone and her spirit sucked from her body.

She left Echelon to her own devices for the while, knowing that if she was called she would come. Echelon knew much the same. Currently, Tonravik sniffed at the wood of some forest, headed toward a nearby Mountain she had yet to explore. Tonravik would know it when she found her mountain; the mountain meant to host Tartok for generations.