Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

Tonravik had not come here to ask him to come away with her. If that was the natural course this evening came to, that was that; but she had been passing through. His ambitions were very clearly not to lead at this point. This was a guess. He looked at her in a way she could not read and she tilts her head as though to ask his meaning. 

She imagined if he had any desire to lead, he might ask to come with her. He might just do it. Tonravik was a wolf that believed in action.