Silvertip Mountain wolf mother.

She was still uncertain of what she would do, but as the days passed, it was becoming clearer and clearer. The more she attempted to repress her natural behaviors, the more they came out. And now, she had two companions to look after, her subordinates. Skyfall the young yet strong, and Hunter the shy yet fierce. Already she knew there would be more. Tartok aided one another. And she knew with her mothers hearing of her intentions, that she herself would be the one to make sure others would come to her. Her only daughter. A blessing granted. The pressure would have been too heavy for some, but Tonravik was Tartok. A pack that would always prevail.

Sisamat was growing used to the sun. She was shedding some, now that it was not winter always. She came out in evenings more, but still was around more at night. Now the sun came down, and Tonravik lingered within a slow-moving stream to keep cool. When she had enough, she moved toward a particularly hard trail Silvertip offered to train as she always had. There would be no becoming soft here, despite the softer sort she imagined might be around. She had neglected to meet the locals. Soon.