with your sharp teeth

It was somewhat amusing to watch Tonravik speak of these things. She was a wolf of so few words that when she was left with no option, but to use them, he found it fascinating. She kept things clipped and simple. She revealed only the minimum amount of information needed to connect the dots. It was somewhat remarkable. So many wolves were long-winded. He, himself, could often be that way, but here and now he held his silence. She'd covered everything. The important parts. Now he was more curious to find out if the Spine had been unique in it's harassment or if the other packs were suffering the plains wolves too.