Fire...what else is there?

The names that he offered didn't mean much to her. If anything they were appropriate descriptors in at least one of the wolves, and if anything else Iqniq's pronunciation was getting better. If he kept that up she supposed he would eventually pass for someone who spoke the lingo from the get-go. If he lasted, she surmised there'd come a point when he spoke the language longer than his own common tongue.

She stood still for a moment, pondering their course of action knowing that there were wolves loose from their ranks. There was a resolute part of her that considered them lost for good, but also a part of her that took into consideration that without a pack to back them up, they were essentially not much more than a few stragglers. The mention of a new wolf in their midst did not draw much out of her either, as she couldn't have been certain who it was either.

Echelon shrugged and unceremoniously slid off the side of the log.