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Tonravik had found another familiar scent among the many, and she blinked slowly. The Tartok wolf had family here, then, and it was a wolf that she knew of and had once held leadership over. In Tartok, it still remained the same; there were many leaders, and one that reigned supreme. In time, she and her many siblings—when her mother was to retire by way of death—would fight to become supreme. Siku was the matriarch, now. Tonravik knew with certainty that she would be the next. Her femininity meant nothing in battle, and this her brothers knew well. There was little femininity to her aside from the part that she carried. She was savage, brutal, uncouth, and unemotional. Her ambition lay in power alone... and continuing the family name. As any wolf of Tartok, she sought to make Siku proud; it was a difficult feat, and even then, it felt near-impossible. The woman's critical eye was unmatched.

The black wolf did not much care for servicing Fox, but would. It was not out of kindness, but instinct, the desire to protect. This was not family, but it was pack nonetheless. For that, Tonravik would bring to an end any that thought it wise to trespass against them—the temptation to eradicate was one that could not be ignored—and so long, powerful strides kept her close to the borders.