Sawtooth Spire oh, such torturous things

It's fine! I think I recall you being on absence anyway. :D

For uncounted minutes into the future, Echelon studied the terrain that encompassed their claim. It was quiet but far from still, and none of the wolves that she spied out where Tonravik. If anything, she felt like she had spotted Nanuk three times, each time thinking it was just another white-coated canine. But it was hard to miss her gait, even with the bundles of forestry cutting into her view.

Her eyes roamed back over the general area she believed Tonravik to be denning in, and found nothing there again. No emerging figure, no children making an escape. The stillness bothered her though she did not outward display it. And as it were, her thought of letting her gaze roam back over this particular expanse of territory was interrupted — a chuff grabbed for her attention and left disdain in its wake. The wolf that had come up behind her was perhaps no different than the rest of them, though for the life of her she could not place him. He had to be among some of the newer faces, though since their coming to the Spire she had turn more solitary and absent in their presence.

Curiously, she eyed the bird that he had laid at his feet.

Did he want something? Was this an offering?

Her tail lashed indecisively, the cant of her head to follow.