Fire...what else is there?

He'd been practicing. He and Nanuk had taken long walks around their borders where he'd badgered her into lessons in the Tartok language and she'd battered him up for mispronouncing things. The language wasn't native for him yet, but he was getting better at it. Based on the way Echelon didn't comment on it, he assumed he'd at least been passible. He'd take it and keep working on training his tongue to form the strange sounds.

She said nothing. There wasn't anything to be said. All that was left was to report back. The Spine was no longer inhabitable. All they could do now was relocate. And fast. His mate was heavily pregnant and he had no desire to bring his young into a world where they had no home. Time was against them. The sooner they could report back, the sooner they could regroup and move forward.

He chuffed, tipping his head over his shoulder to suggest they head back. There was no more to see here. Their former home was in ruins and everything they once knew was lost. They could rebuild with time.

"Race you back," he challenged, knowing her small form would give her all the swiftness she needed to beat him at a run of any kind. "First wolf to add a bone to the new Pulukria wins." Hell yeah... he was recreating that location wherever they ended up.