Sunspire Mountains blood-waltz

Tonravik watched him as he stepped toward her; she did the same in kind, moving toward his side to garner more details about him. He was young, she deduced; not yet at his first year, she gathered. It was all she wanted to know. His observation caused Tonravik to cast him a sharp glance. She would need to return home, soon; she would not return to the Wilds until her cubs were weaned. 

His additional comment caused her to blink at him. Tonravik would tell Lasher, whom she trusted, but not his cub... Unless he proved himself trustworthy. Rome was not built in a day. She gestured toward the mountains, opposite of the direction she had come. It was then she settled into her haunches, blinking at him. “The storm--you are unaffected?” His father was an extension of that.