nothing can save you

Tonravik found this wanderlust keeping her in the bounds of the territory, deep in its protected depths. Like her Beta, the woman was no good with children; she had never had an opportunity to deal with them, either, given she was chased off when her mother had bred and she herself had turned a year old. Her impatience would not bode well for any child, her own included. Certainly, it could spell death for any not her own.

Her flank twitched at the companionable nudge, and she watched as Nanuk moved toward another secluded area. Tonravik followed as the other woman chuffed, and inspected it quickly. It was a good area, large, but too open. Had it not been instinct guiding her, Tonravik might have accepted it... but she needed something difficult to weasel into, yet comfortable enough for growing bodies and her own large one. So she turned from it, her dark eyes falling to Nanuk. An appreciative look was given, before she resumed her search. The task was a difficult one, her instinct not giving her any leeway in what she must find.