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Her ear swiveled and faced Echelon as the wolf spoke in their Native tongue. Within Tartok, they spoke this language exclusively to one another; it made it easy for those joining them to learn if they intended to stay. And, by the time the newcomers could speak it as well as those born and raised in their homeland they might as well have been born and raised their themselves, their patriotism had become so fierce. Tonravik continued to glower at the submitting wolf, and she looked thoughtful. And then, she growled back in a guttural tone, in English so that Salamander could understand exactly what was said: "We will break her in, here." If those words did not deter Salamander or send her running, then perhaps she had the stuff she desired of the members in the Spine.

Her eyes openly assessed the wolf before her. "Aupârtok," she hums, clearly regarding the red wolf, having no interest in any pride the other bore in bestowing upon her a simple name--Red. Tonravik moved nearer now, to sniff at the other. "What good are you." Eloquently put, Tonravik desired to know. The truth of it was, Tonravik cared little for wolves that were arrogant, particularly if they had nothing to offer. Arrogance was as swift a killer as curiosity could be, and Tonravik had smothered brighter flames than the one before her now.