Sawtooth Spire Pita Republic

Nanuk's howl pulled him from his ever diligent task of den guarding. Tonravik's concerns over nearby wildlife had led him to scouring the area with a fine tooth comb and eliminating any threats in the form of land animals. Eagles and such? He was earth bound and therefore powerless to do anything about them, but he imagined the cover of trees helped considerably. Also, so too did Tonravik keep that den well guarded and the pups were well out of sight.

Nevertheless, a howl lured him away, sparing a few moments to see what it was she wished to show him. He'd heard rumor of a new wolf within their midsts, accepted by Nanuk herself. The male's voice had been among the claiming call of the newly established Sawtooth Spire, but he head yet to put a face to the wolf within. Had yet to do much of anything really. Why, even his desire to investigate Arverk's disappearance had been put on hold when the puppies were born, but he had to trust Arverk's instincts when it came to survival. He had to trust a lot of the pack with this scenario, but he could put the time aside to greet a new face.

He gave a quick chuff to Tonravik to inform her of his temporary departure before he traversed the territory to meet up with their resident polar bear and... from the looks of it, a wolf who could have been her own pup, now grown. "Nanertak?" he asked, forgoing introductions given his confusion. Bear cub? His inuit was not strong enough to form complete sentences, but in this he felt the singular word brought the question across. He'd not pried into Nanuk's history... but it was a possibility...