Whitefish River i'll be your light, your match, your burning sun

Ivitaruk's stride were large -- grace did not always accompany, nor speed.. but when he set his mind to a journey, he could certainly do so with a quickness that only a longer legged wolf could accomplish. The day took him past the Spine, though not without a clipped howl to @Tonravik to notify her of his absence. He did not intend to be gone for longer than a day -- with the previous Alpha of the land seemingly have returned and left once more, it would seem the Spine was finally ready to flourish beneath Tartok's reign.

A warrior that followed his orders, Ivitaruk did wonder why he remained at the Spine. The mission had been set with clear directions -- find Tonravik, and aide her in establishing the next branch of Tartok. And yet his arrival had been late -- she thrived under leadership now, and it would seem the only benefit to her having him here was to keep things in check for a little while longer.. but the Spine was doing well, and he did not know if she would soon send him back.

For now, though, his creamy paws trailed along the banks of a river. His ears flattened to his skull as he dipped his muzzle down, drinking from the fresh water to quench his thirst.. pushing his thoughts aside. Perhaps one day, the next order would be for him to begin his own Tartok branch -- and then he could finally bring honor to his name.