Heads up! Bandits!

They kept their distance, as was appropriate. As Tonravik would prefer.

Tonravik did not howl with him, as she did not know this man, and because she personally had no desire to hold an audience with him. In this case they would be his audience... Tonravik accepted only to play referee. This male had been a friend prior to his joining the Spine. FitzDutiful could remain just that so long as he kept his distance. Long distance relationships she was fine with. Any wolf not of the Spine too close would be a dead one.

They were not close to where he had picked his claim, despite their small climb. Tonravik was familiar with mountains of all sort. Although her Spine was a squat mountain range, it was still more difficult to climb, lending her less areas to find footholds as this rocky mountain.

It occurred to her this place was familiar. And Tonravik remembered why.

"This mountain once was mine," she idly recalls, thinking of the internal territories that rest within. She knew this place intimately... and felt a yearning for its tall reaches.