Neverwinter Forest death and death

Tonravik did not understand emotions, and when she felt anything, it was only ever for Tartok. This frustration caused her to wish to lash out, make something hurt as she did until all was well and settled. All things were fixed this way. But Tonravik was given pause, here, when he reached out to her; her eyes looked him over quickly, and she inhaled heavily. His words caused her to withdraw some, ears twitching atop her head. How could she tell him? What were the right words? "I had a plan." Meaning that she had every intention of coming to find him, and to see if others still lurked in this place. The wolf had no reason not to lie; and she could not regret that her plan had not been acted on yet, given it was not yet the time. Her hold on the Spine was growing stronger... but she could not go far from it yet.

She smelled on him youth, cubs. While he was Tartok, she also understood while he had young, he could not return. They were not her own, and Tonravik--as all Tartok women who could conceive--would not foster them. "You lead?" For that was what the scent meant to Tonravik, that he was head of his helm, and that his line had been continued. Tonravik felt proud, in knowing this. That somehow, they had groomed him to do just this.