Sheepeater Cliff hate or glory

Rhanno. Tonravik was not a woman of manners, nor did she even think to introduce herself. The wolf was far from civilized. But it was clear she had heard him in the way she tilted her head some, and her nostrils flared. His question was met with a look into the distance. She wasn't exactly sure where she headed; she only knew that she was going somewhere.

Tonravik approached him slowly, not at all aggressive about it. Her tail hung idly between her haunches, but her ears were erect and her attentions were wholly upon him. "Warrior," she states, wondering what he would make of it.