Neverwinter Forest to take

The snap of Tonravik's teeth in the damp air did not spur Echelon to look away, but rather understand what it was that she intended. Many things Tartok came into control of were taken by force. Much of the land Siku had taken in her breadth was by force. Such was the way of their life and rightly so, Echelon could not help but feel the tug of a smile break the stoicism that stayed on her features.

But instead of that smile forming swiftly, she returned Tonravik's wave with a wave of her own; her tail eagerly swinging side to side. She would not come waving it highly like her soon to be (and yet always) alpha, and fell in line easily as they closed in the gap between a veritable no man's land and what would be theirs. It did not matter which way they went along the borders, for the markers were stale. They had not been kept up for days, perhaps even more than a week. Maybe even longer. She couldn't have said nor wanted to figure.

Her eyes shifted towards the rolling slopes that went upward over the lowest of the ringlet, making the squat mountains almost seem like hills against the grandeur of other vistas they had stumbled across. Echelon almost collided with Tonravik because of it, though the flash of darkness in her periphial was enough for her to halt herself and likewise, return her attention to her aokkatti. They were but a duo now and she wondered, where was Kroc? Surely not far.