give my heart a place to rest

The scent of her Beta wafted into the air. Tonravik lazily looked in her direction, and when Kroc averted her gaze the leader was content. She let out a rumbled greeting in return, and watched as the bright eyes of Kroc fell onto their newest member. Tonravik looked to him, too, noting his lowered head. In that alone she found that he had acknowledged Kroc's place, and his own beneath her. If he disputed it, Tonravik could not at this moment see. But his posture seemed to slacken even more as he neared her, which Tonravik regarded with two perked ears and a watchful eye.

As he licked her mouth, which the leader took to be submissive, the leader lingered. As he went for her ruff, Tonravik idly snapped at him. Too hot for tomfoolery. She was slightly irate by it, simply wanting to find a place to nap until the heat left. Tonravik shifted aside, and then darted some feet away before finding cover beneath a tree that's root lifted into something of a wooden cave, except for the open area beneath it that would render the place useless when it rained. But it provided more shade in that moment, so she settled beneath it, reclining first on her haunches and watching Kapvik, and then her eyes turned toward the woman she had unwittingly named after her never-known, never-named aunt, Nanuk. The polar bear.