Ouroboros Spine crooked but upright

Tonravik did have much to update her subordinate on, but surely Echelon could smell most of the changes. In any case, as they walked, Tonravik remained quiet. The heat had her wanting to conserve all energy, and the thing that took the most out of her above anything else was speech. She was a primal woman, after all. It was so easy to act on instinct. Natural. Words took so much from her. Too much. How she hated them. How complicated they made things.

But at the least, those she spoke to understood her disjointed words that she strung together. She was not at all eloquent, given her lack of real practice. But Echelon no doubt understood her best of all. When they arrived to the shady recess of land, Tonravik slid into it. There was enough space for her aokkatti to follow in and for there to even be space. Closeness was not what she sought, given the heat of the day.