Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

Her brother had yet to return, but she knew how long the journey here had been in the first place. Iluq worried not, knowing that in due time her brother would arrive to them again. In the meantime, Iluq did what she could to acclimate to the place... she wanted to learn its routes and paths less traveled. A howl distracted her from that idea, and she moved from the outer reaches of the Spire into its inner-sanctum. Her own howl sounded off to alert them of her approach... and also to remind the outside wolves that there was a pack, here, with a good, strong number. 

Upon immediate arrival did the pale northerner note the warming rocks beneath her foot. Instinctively she recoiled backward and sniffed at the earth, associating the change with danger. She had never before experienced such a phenomena, and she stared alertly at the earth as though it might explode or drop beneath her. Neither of these things happened, so she placed a paw gently upon the earth, testing it with a wrinkled muzzle. It smelled fine, not dangerous. Like water and rock, if anything, but still unlike all she knew. 

But they would not be summoned here if it meant death. Of course she did not know her leaders all that well, and she did not trust blindly... ah. Another's approach was all that it took to encourage her from her place. She had met all here but the black bear, the cubs, and the dark male with long legs. It was the former who held her attention for the longest time... if only because already, the icy-eyed wolf knew precisely who the other was to her. 

Big sister. 

The muddy-eyed wolf held a command similar to their own mothers. There was no questioning it. The yearling looked to what that sister had built for herself here, and her eyes lingered enviously upon the red male. Iluq knew that when she earned the name, one day she would seek to create her own family as Tonravik had... her eyes looked to the sons of her sister, her nephews. 

Iluq had heard little of her sister other than she existed, and her name. That they had different fathers she did not know; even if she did, it would not make a difference. Blood meant nothing. It did not further strengthen the bond that existed within the already impossibly strong bond there was. She supposed, in a way, she did blindly trust. Those of Tartok had earned it. 

The Anneriwok minded her place, though tested the rank of the new dark male whom the cubs confronted. She passively confronted him in the subtle lift of her head, silvery eyes holding fast to his cheek before she decided to approach him, and sniff at him with ample interest. The whole situation intrigued her, and she sought to kill two birds with one stone.