the sorting hat

Tonravik felt her mate come beside her, and they both pressed close to the cool stone wall within the interior of the place. There was the sound of two bodies colliding, and then the sound of excitement. Not battle, then. The voice, too, sounded young... but as two figures entered the darkness, her adjusted eyes took in the form of two large wolves, larger than she expected. By their smell, young... but also, another familiar scent was upon them. Taltos. Tonravik was ready to slip away from her cover, nosing Iqniqs foreleg to move aside with her and present themselves.

As it stood, the others were no threat, sounding young and playful. This way, she and her mate could simply leave now. It felt significantly cooler, even inside; it was a good time as any to begin their journey home.