Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

Tonravik watched him, and read him. She could do this far better than she could interpret words. "I would like cubs of my own." Not other women. This she said as though it were the most normal thing in the world; for Tartok, it was. Tonravik was a leader. Tonravik would eat the child of another before she aided it in its own survival, because any cub that she had not bore if she had children was a competitor of its resources.

Was he content to raise children not his own? To be anything but their parent? Tonravik was not one to settle. Tonravik would have cubs this season; she only needed to find the proper suitor.