Neverwinter Forest death and death

Tonravik's truths were the only truths. She was a woman that lived with her truths, and knew only of them. To hear Lasher's versions did not confuse or dissuade her. Rather, she wondered what made him come to these points. That her mother abandoned Tartok for Kilgharrah. Kilgharrah and her mother started the first family of Tartok. Her brothers, sisters, biologically. And then when he passed, Aves. Tartok was Tartok; it was immovable, and had not changed, and was always expanding. 

It was she he thought ill of, she recalled. And so when he showed himself to her, and she thought of this and felt his anger again... Tonravik regarded him. There were few times she did not know what to do, and this was certainly one of them. Taltos was not a stupid wolf himself. The wolf before him was no pretender; she had never lied to work her way up, but rather, fought for it. As she fought for Tartok. 

He was Tartok. 

Tonravik did not remove her gaze from his, bristling herself. Though her ears airplaned downward, and her head cocks as she looks to him. She takes a step closer, but there is nothing threatening to her demeanor. How could she ask? Surely he knew her thoughts, even if it had been so long; she was not so difficult to read, and her expression then was not at all empty. Her brows knit together, clear frustration written in the lines created by the sour look of perplexity she wore: do you truly hate me?