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

Kerosene, her mate called himself. Tonravik did not care what he called himself; he would, to her, be Iqniq. Since the day they had met, that had been her name for him. What he called himself to Peregrine changed nothing. And as for her mates words, he was right in his entire. Those that came too close had already forfeited their life to them.

The meeting decidedly over, Tonravik continued to eat the food they had beneath them, still warm. She and her mate would consume nearly all of it, so famished their toil had left them, but once they had their fill they could be on their way again. It was good to see another echoed their sentiment, and better to hear that they'd push to reinforce them.