and strike the nail against the flint

This time, she trailed behind him as they made their way forward. The decision to complete their round of the borders was fine by her account. If he was satisfied by their task of scattering the carcass trail then she saw no reason to consider it further. Brushing past a particular shrub in their trek, Echelon allowed her gaze to wander as they made their way onward, taking study of the plants that grew, and lingering on the tall trees that provided them the necessary shade that was quite a commodity. At least for the northern baring wolves that she and Tonravik were; she couldn't fully attest to whether or not the humidity and heat were a nuisance to the rest of the Spine's inhabitants.

But that would fade away in time, she felt. If not, then perhaps it would not be outside the realm of consideration that Tonravik would grow tired of roasting and relocate them. But that would possibly come to a later date, as the season was young and hardly at the full throttle she would have anticipated of it. But she also had little to compare it to, this being perhaps the first full summer she had spent in the vice grip of the wilderness inhabited by so many.

She paused briefly to mark along their trail, scattering the scent wildly once more before coming to join Iqniq once more. This time, she adopted his role from their previous stint, and looked for the telling signs that their canine cousins had scurried off in some other direction altogether. And so far, nothing fully suggested that even foxes deviated from their usual paths. Joke would be on them in the future, though she did not know how soon such a thing would truly come into fruition.