Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

Tonravik continued eating. 

She listened to the duo speak, and felt curious as to the others thoughts. Tonravik was also aware that Iqniq may have other cubs out in the world, given his desire to, well, do her long before he knew her. Tonravik might have let Iqniq handle the whole of this, had the other not brought on that he could not promise them as long as a commitment as Tartok demanded. It was true that wolves were prone to wander, and perhaps their dedication to the Spine not be permanent as they migrated to another branch, sent on a mission or called to arms. But, this one did not know Tartok. Did not know what his (potential) father had become a part of. 

And, he had more sons brewing within. She felt she knew for certain, this. 

Had he come to usurp? Tonravik knew daughters that had done this, though sons went to disperse, typically. Here he was, a dispersal wolf. But his interest seemed to lay in a devoted manner to her flame. How did he mean it? Was his intent here ill? She would find out.

Tonravik moved aside, letting her mate and Beta feed, having had her fill. Blood made her appearance all the more grizzly, and the large woman spoke at last. 

"The fickle are unwelcome."

There was too much at stake. Her cubs she would bear. The vapid plains wolves. 

If he could elaborate, if he somehow meant he could not promise forever due to the natural mortality rate of a wolf, that was acceptable. The matrimony into Tartok, into their Spine, was sacred. Til death would they part.