And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood

Flipping Iqniq and Nanuk's posting order around as previously discussed. Nanuk will follow after Iq!

He listened as the female spoke. One word. One clue. The wolves of Tartok were not necessarily a wordy bunch, but they held their own codes and secrets as to how to reveal themselves to one another. Was this pair from a distant extension of the branch who resided here? He couldn't not tell, not from the few words that passed between them, but the possibility remained.

Iqniq glanced towards the male. He'd said nothing during this conversation and had instead deferred to the female in his company. He found his silence curious, but said nothing of it. Turning his gaze back towards the female, he posed a question instead. "What makes you think your relatives withstood the storm?" There was no need for more words. He'd set up that question carefully. Their response would determine what happened here.