Neverwinter Forest Nobody Like You

She frowned. The tank would much prefer the bitch to die than to simply be unconscious, but Kroc did not question the decision of Tonravik. SFB had arrived in tandem with herself and after the black female's deference of her question, Kroc spoke no more. 

Gaze switching between her two alphas, the Warden listened intently, agreeing that it was time these fools were shown the error of their ways. She'd just been about to volunteer when Tonravik broke her own silence. The statement, though surprising, did not break the tank's stony veneer. "Will do." They both were fully aware that she would not let them down. 

There were no well wishes or wishes for safe travels. They were going to visit a possible enemy pack, so it wasn't necessarily safe. The Tartok way was not to hope but to make it happen. 

She said the only valid thing in that moment, her eyes first on Kerosene before settling on Tonravik. 

"We can and we will." Survive. Surpass. Succeed. All of it. They were Tartok and that was the Tartok way.