see the new moon rising

Tonravik knew there was nothing else to do here but for the Plains to come to them. And why would they do that? What reason? It was the others that were in the wrong, not she and hers. Besides. Tonravik had seen what they were up against, and each time, had won. Aside from that, the journey truly was a tiring one. A week there, a week back. It was an arduous one; she would lead her troops, were there anything to gain, but Tonravik had no desire for their open plains or their bison. The Spine had everything and more. For the Plains to come against them would be for the Plains wolves to lose more than their pride, but their life.

She felt the sun beat at her back and flicked her ears. There was nothing more to say on this. None would be spared. No matter who they were. Tonravik had no idea what their slave had told them. She did not care. Wolves all lived by a code. For them to come to the Spine meant they had come for nothing else but their death. But now, all she could think of was the heat, and looked to the stone wall for cover.