there was one shadow, now there are two

Tonravik had, as of late, been a woman without rest. Like Ripper, she remained the same in stature but not in girth. She certainly maintained the appearance of bear, though perhaps an underfed one. Tonravik had no attachments to any bar her aokkatti, but she thought nothing of the woman as she explored the vacant land. 

In the near-distance, she heard a sound. Lifting her muzzle, she sniffed the air curiously. This scent she knew well. It was a wolf she had recently come across on her journey home who had run with Tartok. Perhaps he had been sent. Tonravik watched his proud display and bore her own fangs, head lifting all the higher as she took one step forward, but no more.