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Tonravik listens with ample interest as the other intones she has a message. The leader knew well what "Chosen" meant. It meant there had been a scuffle, and that the older Skull had bested the younger Crow when put to the test. It surprised her all the same, and even moreso that the wolf remained. Her own father was none of these men, but she had known Skull briefly; hardly long enough for him to have changed her any, but for enough of a time that he had left an impression and she would not soon forget him. His bone-white face and his lantern-yellow eyes against black made his name one that fit, perfectly.

And, Tartok thrives. Tonravik hums, pleased by all the news. It meant her mother likely had cubs again, but with another male; and Skull was a man in his prime by all means, so she was certain his station at her mother side might last. She is quiet for all of a minute after the missive was spoken, and the leader would not gainsay her. "You are Tartok," she intoned, her eyes surveying the strong, sure woman before her.