Neverwinter Forest For the LOVE of – Okay

Tonravik watched as he rolled, revealing to her his stomach, submitting again; Tonravik listened to his words. Was he talking to himself? She was amused at his last statement, as amused as she could be, and gestured to her side complacently. "Only if you are useless. Even then will find a use for you. Food, maybe," she morbidly quips, though the lack of a grin suggested that she was not kidding. Of course she was; she was not a cannibal, and would not become one unless she was starving to death in the dead of winter and there was nothing else. She was not, kidding, however, in finding a use for him if he was useless; corpses at the borders proved points, after all, and so did old bones. 

It was enough inspiration to give anyone motivation to be productive. Tonravik was perhaps the best at motivating others, her not-so-subtle promises of death having a way of looming over ones head. Her tail twitched, and she prepared for the homeward trek with her then newest subordinate. "Come, Iqniq," she hums, thinking his furs similar to the red-orange that burned when the sky sometimes fell. Even if he told her his true name, Iqniq he had swiftly become to her. "I am Tonravik." And she was on her way, her flame in tow.