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Tonravik had been heading toward Echelon, doggedly on her trail to join her on a patrol, and the scent of another caused Tonravik to move all the quicker. This scent was not the one that had faded overtime and had now, become nothing... but an altogether new presence. The howl that cut into the open air prompted the bear to move headlong into a sprint, until minutes passed and she was before the pair. Tonravik knew Echelon would not have called to waste her time, and saw the worth in the stranger by her form alone. The build of the wolf was a strong one, and Tonravik descended toward them, scree coming with her.

The red in the others furs vaguely reminded her of Ivitaruk. The color was one she had not seen on many, but not one she thought too much of. Beauty was lost on the homely Tonravik. Her tail was high over her hindquarters and her ears perked forward, she moved closer, and closer, awaiting the appropriate response from the loner, her perpetual grimace ever present as she approached.