Horizon Ridge a new wind

Tonravik knew the sea plenty through experience. In her youth, her mother had taken her there to train. Even now, Tonravik would find occasion to go to the shores and learn to move in the waters and press against their force. It was an exhausting endeavor, but no wolf was like the sea. The Sea could not be beaten, could not be exhausted. Wolves could. The Sea had humbled her greatly in her training. 

She, too, noted familiarity in the others scent; but she had passed and seen many in her time. Her head swung when she heard the others approach, and at the others chuffing Tonravik rumbled her own greeting, inviting the other nearer with the sound. So long as the other did not mind silence, Tonravik would not mind climbing with her. The woman was never one for talking, and today was no different. Her eyes lingered on Amekaze, assessing the other. The dark wolf looked sure of herself, and sure-footed, too. Mountain-dwellers looked that way, and to find another was not a bad thing when they approached as Amekaze had.