Horizon Ridge a new wind

Tonravik was back and forth, from the Coast to the Wilds. Figuring out a place to settle was quite difficult for the (currently temperamental) wolf, who was traveling these lengths to find a place to raise her future cubs. Leadership came naturally to the dark wolf, who would fall into her place with ease when she found the location she would settle herself, for good. Tonravik had half a mind to head toward the Glacier again, usurp their leader truly, and settle there. Her mother had come to rule in the wake of a bloodless battle against the Valley; it seemed fitting she have a battle of her own.

The Ridge, she recalled, was a place that offered a good vantage point. At least when she climbed, she might be able to see spots she truly wished to scope out and ignore anything else. It seemed like a smart move to the tactician, who trotted at a brisk pace. Echelon was surely nearby, knowing now that Tonravik surely sought to lead again. In time, she would.

Tonravik, too, moved upward, exiting a different clearing than Amekaze. Her eyes had not yet traveled skyward, but her nose noted the promise of rain, also. The other dark woman was not yet in her line of sight, but soon, no doubt, she would be.