Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

She was becoming more and more impatient, more irate, and as the days drew on she sought not the company of her women but the company of men. She herself had none; no pack, no male wolves to follow her. First she must find the land, but in her strange haze her priorities had shifted. First a companion, then the mountain.

Tonravik traveled a ragged, zig-zagging trail this rainy evening. Tonravik knew there was a pack nearby; she wondered if she would happen across the one Mordecai had told her of. Things had not worked out at the glacier. Now, she would work things out for herself. Her long strides carried her nearer and nearer to Mordecai, but she kept her distance from that imaginary line. She herself had no interest for trespassing.