Moonspear fires

Tonravik had been raised to follow in her mothers footsteps as a Tracker, Warden, and Warrior before anything else. Her ability to lead was natural, perhaps genetic. Her nose was as keen as Siku's had been, and her mother was the most esteemed tracker of Seahawk Valley, and then any other Valley she came upon. Tonravik sniffed hungrily at the earth, having no idea about the inner turmoil Kapvik endured. Even if she were aware of it, her ability to console was nonexistent. Her way was violent and aggressive... it always had been.

She kept to the outer area of her home, not trusting the place to not give beneath any sudden shift in any thing. The place was unstable, and Tonravik would not risk her brood in ascending it. Nor would she risk the life of the wolverine when Iqniq and Echelon had already perused the lands inner reaches. No, Tonravik had come to investigate the perimeter for any sign or scent that would give her cause to believe that those not with them had not perished after all.

With him, Tonravik sniffed at the earth. The scents of all things dead and alive permeated the soaked earth, but she sifted through them to find one in particular. Even the tracks of her subordinates would be familiar to her observant eye were she to catch sight of one... her muzzle swept aside remnants of a pine-tree, easy to do with little left of it where they stood. But no pawprint of wolf lingered beneath, nor scent or hint of any missing wolf of the Spine.