Darker than blood

Tonravik missed their shared look, but as the pale wolf spoke, she looked to her, not pausing as she chewed and swallowed. The taste was unpleasant, not meaty in the least. But she had expected this, and her face remained stoic. Her answer might have came had Kapvik not spoken, and she now looked to him. It became clear to her that Kapvik was something of a healer himself; perhaps he would pursue it, as well.

"I will soon keep to the whelping den," she informed, "but these pains are not so frequent, yet." It was her answer; Tonravik understood that soon, she would need to let the pack protect, patrol, and guard what they waited for. The cubs. The link of their future. And Tonravik would not jeopardize that, for anything. The woman's instincts had steered her in the land more than out, now.

She looks outward. "Patrols will need to increase," With one less, her, to aid them, they would need to be vigilant, "Silata forest..." she looked to Neverwinter, a name she had never learned, her word translating to "the outside", "I do not want any too close."