Big Salmon Lake [m] Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

Silence fell after the flame made quick work of its windpipe. She continued to eat, digging her snout deeper into the creatures belly and foraging her way through her bites to obtain the things with plenty nutritional value, leaving a good amount for her mate as well. Her lobes were perked forward and her vision noted the movement of the other wolf, who for one reason or another came nearer. Tonravik initially loosed a low growl while she fed. Tonravik had learned by now not to trust that other wolves were smart and would keep to themselves. Even if he had food, some wolves simply wanted to have it all. Truth be told, Tonravik could be incredibly possessive like that, given she was a leader and sometimes was inclined to be a bit of a bully... but not on neutral territory. And they were certainly on that.

But he kept his distance and his stance was neutral, and Tonravik trusted body language. That had yet to fail her. She kept eating in the meantime, even as he spoke. Their trip had been a long one. But at the least, she had listened.

Peregrine, of the Caldera. She stored the information in her mind. Tonravik paused long enough to inform him where they were from, "The Spine," came her gruff response, and the stoic woman neglected to tell him of her name. She was distracted by her meal, and again, was horrific with talking to others in general... it had been a thoughtless thing on her part, more focused on filling her belly than talking to another from another pack, no less. More than a quarter of her snout was covered in blood, and she looked to her mate briefly before returning to her task at hand, hunkering over the fallen creature but leaving Iqniq plenty of room for a great share himself. Her eyes remained upon this Caldera wolf, wondering if they were as dumb as the plains wolves and wanted to try their hand at Russian roulette as well.