Ouroboros Spine heathen fires burn the ancestral night

For @Ivitaruk! I'd still like to make use of the rolls, so perhaps we can do 1d10 and anything 5 or over is a hit? :D

Word had slipped to her one way or another that another follower of Tartok had caught up with them. Naturally, Echelon carried interest of this particular individual. And he would not be a hard individual for her to track down because for some innate reason, all Tartok wolves were drawn to one another. Tonravik had spent her time with him and though she had no name to go with a face, or hell, even an image to go with that no-name face, she was confident she would find him.

And it wasn't necessarily a meet or greet that drew her out — she wanted to be sure to make certain that he knew his place. With a territory all their own, it was of no surprise that her own jealousy had come creeping into the frame with her aokkatti. Her own sycophantasies had come into play as well, as she had served as Tonravik's supporter for a far longer time than any of these who came crawling and creeping up into her service. And it was a title that she wanted for herself. Putting any possible competition down or into their place was simply apart of the plan.

But it was more than that, she would have reasoned. If he claimed to be a wolf of Tartok, then he needed to be tested. Not just by Tonravik, but by them all. And that was what she sought to do here, letting nature and whatever subtle magics of the world to do the rest for her. The natural law and order, or whatever it was. She had no words for it, nothing that would have tied together was simply instinct for her.

agalloch — the astral dialogue