Neverwinter Forest For the LOVE of – Okay

The bear of a wolf lumbered throughout the Forest. She was scouting prey, here, knowing that her claim extended beyond the reach of the Spine when it came to food, given the fact that no others had settled nearby. This was good. Anyone that thought to would be chased off. Tonravik had an enemy in a wolf she had never met, but would not forget her scent. If the wretch thought to settle near the Spine, Tonravik would be out for her head, and the wolves that followed her. Otherwise, they could continue to live their lives.

There were moose within the Spine, and surely other prey, but she wondered what else she could chase into her lands. It had been a long time since she had played such a game, but she and Tartok had done it many a time. She was sure she could rally the pack to chase more game into their land; it would be easier to protect in the reaches of the Spine, but that anything was here was fine for the while. There were no other wolves to worry about.

A familiar scent wafted in her direction, and an ear twitched. She remembered his scent, and remembered their encounter vaguely. She was headed in his general direction, and Tonravik did not change course. The wolf was hard to offend on a personal level, and was simply a wolf through and through. Easy to please, and easy to piss off.