Swiftcurrent Creek to be told.

@Jinx ATTENTION BOO-THANG.

The girls belly had been full and upon her was the stench of blood. Tonravik had not seen the wolf ever before, but found that her fangs could not press against the flesh of the wolf who must have been pale beneath the darkened, old coat of blood. The presence had been something like her mother had once mentioned... but had never before truly experienced for herself. Gods and things unseen were things Tonravik did not bother with to a personal degree, but she had been taught the faith, and so when it came to her, it could not be ignored. It had been Clarice who had come, rotund and round, and to her she had said: xxxxxxThese are the children of Sos Himself. I cannot bring them to the place where I have been. Grant me entry, and you will be blessed. He is watching. xxxxxxTonravik had been tempted to abort the wolf for the nerve of it all, but she was given pause. The children of Sos. Some chord was struck. Tonravik would take her elsewhere, for the woman would not be granted entry with Tartok. The cubs would be eaten; Tonravik could not accept a litter other than her own, even with the fact that she might not have cubs herself. And when she was safely escorted, the pale wolf looked to her. Tell Jinx. Tell her Clarice will bring her children. There was a dark look within the girls eye as she left Tonravik, and the wolf was left to wonder who Jinx was. Her meeting with the Kesuk had been impressionable, but truly, Tonravik could not think of her. And so she went the way Clarice had come. xxxxxxTonravik knew that there was more to this than Jinx, Clarice. In His own way, Sos had come to her, had pointed her in this direction. Her brother would lead in her stead until her potential return... and in the meantime, she would find this Jinx. xxxxxxThe Tartok wolf kept a decent distance. She did not loiter near the lands until the leader themselves came. A small thing, really... Tonravik did not doubt, in her mind, that she could be overcome. The longing was there—to lead, as she always had—but that, then, was not what she had come for. The bear of a woman was largely quiet, only supplying the other with her name and capabilities (protecting, finding, fighting, winning)... and when she felt rested enough, Tonravik sought Jinx, who Fox had mentioned in passing but she could not recall.