Ouroboros Spine Opportunity is the Tip of the Spear

His time as a loner had, in this moment, done Tonravik plenty good. She listened, wondering if she would hear of Njal, or his glacier... but no such name was mentioned, and she was not so curious as to ask for specifics. Five in total, three on their way. He mentioned none nearby aside from Blackfeather, but so long as they kept their distance she had no qualms with them. The leader nodded. "Anything you learn of others in passing, report to me. They need know nothing of us." The other packs were competitors, after all. Tonravik knew Iqniq was well-spoken, and had come to learn he was less of an idiot than she had thought. That, or he was a quick study. So she had no doubt in his ability to glean information from others with giving nothing of use in return. Tonravik did not wish for him to go to other pack lands; but encountering pack wolves on neutral lands nearby happened all the time.

Iqniq had plenty of room to grow, here. In him again, the dirtied Tonravik saw his potential. The flame did not seem as bothered by her as the heat, and she envied him for that. Tonravik was made for Winter, and missed the bitter cold of the last one. She crawled lazily toward the water, going to lap at the cool stream.