Sheepeater Cliff hate or glory

Bison she had hunted before, many-a-time. Where the range was not steep they would come, and feed there upon the abundant grasses. They were powerful animals, a force surely to be reckoned with. One of her favorite meats, but Tonravik enjoyed all big, powerful game. Khal, he responds. She is not sure if this means "yes" or "no"; but it seemed some sort of affirmative. He nodded his head as well. Khal means yes.

The unsocial wolf flicks her ears and stares at him. Tonravik was a woman who knew well what she wanted, and she decided she wanted this wolf. By the scent of him, he did not travel alone, and she looked around for any of his counterparts with none in sight. She looks back to him, thinking.