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As Tonravik stretched and grew comfortable, Nanuk found a spot near by and reclined similarly, sliding down to the earth until her back half twisted to the side and her front was upright. The normally taciturn Alpha retained her attention, even as she listened for signs around them that would betray another's presence. There were none near them in this moment and so she listened to Tonravik's words with interest, rumbling in agreement. 

"It is cooler and much better protected. More fitting for a branch of Tartok." The hollow to the opposite side of the mountain was the perfect place to drive a herd, as well, since they would meet the face of the natural structure and not get much farther. The Northern wolves would likely be much more at home in this place and she presumed that they would not budge from this place for quite some time, if ever.  "The pack and puppies both will thrive here." As if Tonravik needed any confirmation. They both knew that the wolves with them were a hardy bunch; living on a mountain was more than suitable for them.