Blood on my Hands

Tonravik heard another voice, one she did not recognize. She bristled, turning on her heel and approaching him as though intending to bulldoze him over. She very well might have had that intent; she moved like a shark prepared to strike. She was the great white and this mountain was her ocean... but as she approached, the scent of Nanuk and Iqniq assailed her. She knew who this was, via their description... and she wanted him to know her, now. Her ears were erect atop her head as her dark eyes noted the fiery hue of his own, the way he moved, picking across the earth. His body was one of a wolf familiar to her. Not in his relations, but of wolves that had lived not upon the mountains but also, not within forest. He was fashioned as some rocks near the sea could be, eroded into a slim-cut barracuda, long-legged, sharp-toothed. Equally, his spindly limbs reminded her of... of a spider. Vital creatures to the ecosystem. She imagined he would be a vital creature to the Spire's own.

As she approached him, she curved to turn so that she was parallel to him, head high as she waited for his recognition for her place. His head had been lowered, which pleased her, and she greeted him with her own given name for him, "Asiwak," her own tone as confident as his own. It was clear that he had her interest then and there, and she wondered if he had intent in calling to her, or if he simply desired her presence, to meet his leader. She had intended to seek him ought, truthfully, after hearing of his acceptance... but thought to let him settle. His initiative was welcomed.