Heads up! Bandits!

Tonravik listened to them speak, and was surprised to hear that there were cubs. She sniffed the air gently, but the wind was not in her favor to betray the little lives within. Her ears perked and she looked to FitzDutiful, wary for him. The Plains wolf had nothing personal against her, after all. Tonravik imagined it was a thing of boredom for them. Which left the mountain vulnerable. They were closer, after all...

His recommendation was smart. The leader nodded to it, as though to say, that would be wise. Tonravik had no personal affinity toward cubs herself, but there was a strange urge to relay that nod, for him to know that it was something she herself agreed with... was it... instinct that pressed her to do that? A heavy breath fell from her nostrils, and the hard woman looked to her mate.

It was better he had no news to share. No drama for he and his; that was good.