Roads Untraveled

They were moving. Slowly, but surely, they guided the remaining members of the Spine through the wilderness and flatlands as they turned north. Towards snow. Towards a new beginning. Towards a start where they could begin a new legacy of Tartok fresh from any lingering holds of former packs. His earlier discomfort and pessimism was erased only to be replaced with determination to find a fresh location for everyone. Something equally warm and cool. Something they could all rightfully make their very own.

Nanuk took point. She scouted a head as Iqniq fanned wide. They'd skirted too close to Blackfeather woods for comfort as they travel around the mountains, but he did not wish to take any risks that rugged terrain and harsher travel might bring Tonravik's pregnancy to an end prematurely. They took an easier route over flatter lands and he stood sentinel until a howl beckoned him to leave his station as he moved from the outskirts of their caravan.

He pressed forward, nearing towards their polar bear of a wolf as he ascended the slopes of a mountain and realized just what it was she'd found. This place... It felt like something his mate would approve of... so long as there was a summit somewhere that could support snow even in this summer season. A hefty request, but the looming spire in the distance surrounded by these jagged slopes felt very... very Tartok.

He moved onward, joining up with Nanuk with a friendly nudge of their shoulders.