The Heartwood [M] black magic woman put a spell on me

Perhaps she would go to the ocean. Tonravik would take Iqniq. She wanted her cubs to experience the waves when they were able to, and when they would not be stolen by them. Even a full grown adult could be taken captive by the sea, but she would teach them all she knew of survival. Including surviving the waves.

Tonravik had only just started in her departure when she heard a sound beyond the rivers dull roar. So close to the gushing waters, Tonravik caught sight of the very wolf she had taken a meal from. His demeanor was unpleasant, and Tonravik fully anticipated he was not here to speak. He could have stayed there, in the Heartwood. Were she not so aware, she might have been caught unaware. But there he was, muscles coiled. Tonravik thrust herself forward, out of his line of path, the movement so natural it was truly thoughtless. The woman herself had been right beside them... and as she looked at his trajectory, she became aware of what she may have led him into.