Gyrfalcon's Keep Bones Exposed

Small for me too ;_;

Tonravik knew what she backtracked for. Land. Good, strong, perfect land that would host she and hers. Namely, her cubs. For it was they who were her priority. Mountains were ideal; she simply needed to find the perfect one. Tonravik knew that when she saw it, she would know it. As she moved upward, Tonravik could already feel that this would not be it. There was no challenge in this climb (not for her), and Tonravik thrived in an environment where she could be challenged, where she grew stronger every day. This mountain had plenty... and currently, she moved along the trail of a stream. 

Her shoulders rolled, her gait loose as she prowled. Tonravik was not hunting, but her eyes scoured the land for things it would bring to her. Surely she would gain something on this trip, it would not be for naught. Be it herbs, or perhaps a location of particular interest, Tonravik would not leave today having wasted her time. Getting to know territories was something she enjoyed; Tonravik was the daughter of (what she had heard, and personally knew to be) the best tracker who had taken care to teach her cubs her trade. Her keen nose caught the scent of another wolf nearby, and Tonravik sniffed the earth and then stood upright, still and watchful.