Sawtooth Spire A Little Push

Together they found the source of the sound, and Tonravik eagerly moved with her mate toward it. Like her mate, she noted how the terrain worked here... in the immediate area, there was no abrupt drops or ridges her inexperienced cubs could fall off the face of the earth on, nor any crevices that were cause for concern. The area consisted of dirt, shrubs, and rock, with some deciduous trees that had survived a test of time. One in particular caught her attention, but she would go back to it after investigating the water with her mate.

It was cool, drinkable, refreshing. No doubt it was an extension of their massive water source. The place seemed sheltered and comfortable... and she noted overhangs that promised shade for the Summertime, as well. More likely than not she would roam in the snowy areas of her home in that season, but it was an added bonus, and meant that the place was suitable for their unified desire.

Tonravik had one last thing to investigate. She moved to that fallen tree, which was actually still alive and rooted, simply lain to its side due to it having no room to rest. The large roots of the tree perked up a stony slab and she sniffed the area to check no predators or wolverines had taken residence here. Once satisfied, she turned back to her mate and nodded. This area would do, stable and comfortable as well as safe.