Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

Tonravik observed what her mate did. She stalked with the others, but the stranger took it upon himself to strike without them. Without pack. Her head tilted as she contemplated Iqniqs words. "He can learn," she suggested, her eyes going to her mate. She gave him time to think, to decide. Tonravik desired abled bodies. He was one. And if he did not learn? Well, she was quite sure he would; their environment left little room not to. So while he attacked the prey, Tonravik barks sharply, summoning him back to them. 

The stranger had not made a team effort of this. She was not sure why, but then, she did not care to learn, either, because she thought she knew. For the time, that thought was enough to tide her over. It was what he knew, as a lone wolf. It had taken Iqniq some time to adapt, but adapt he did. If the stranger removed himself and obeyed her (and so, by default, their) summons, he might have a chance yet. They would think of another task.