Neverwinter Forest i'm NOT bring sexy back

It was over as quick as it began. Tonravik followed the other for a short while, to be sure the other did not turn back, and took in a good whiff so she would know the others scent. Whatever words she spoke Tonravik would hardly have comprehended even if it had been in English, because it simply did not matter to the leader. That the other was gone was all she cared to know, and when she was, she licked her bloodied chops. The alpha female blinked at the fading figure, wondering what was in the waters that made wolves wish to die. And then she turned to Kroc, assessing the warden for injuries. With nothing too terrible to be seen, Tonravik growled approvingly. The other had done good work; Tonravik was glad for her presence and her lack of tolerance for outsiders. It boded well for the other, and Tonravik gestured back to the Spine, trotting homeward bound.