with your sharp teeth

They'd separated only briefly to scout the land. With his nose to the earth he took the opportunity to scent out various herbs and plants, taking a mental inventory of the land. That plant looked recently eaten by an herbivore of some kind. A deer maybe? That other herb would be decent for a minor ache. That spiderweb was decent if he was in the area and needed a clotting agent. He noted these things, but touched nothing as he explored. If, on the way back he found something worth snagging, he'd grab it.

Then Tonravik howled.

Hearing this his ears lifted and he backpeddled, flitting over the terrain until he spied his mate in the company of another male. Curious. Was this the wolf she'd summoned? He found it a strange thing as he was uncertain Tonravik had acquaintances or even friends unless they were of the Spine. It was a very strange thing indeed.

Approaching, he moved to stand aside her, but retained his silence. She'd summoned. She could reveal why.