Sawtooth Spire I am the Batman

It was not long before another Spire wolf joined her. The wind told her who it was, and there was no displeasure evident in the knowledge gained. If anything, she was pleased by this. Despite how they had first interacted, Tonravik now enjoyed—preferred, even—the company of Iqniq.  He had proven himself to be a survivor, a warrior, a strong leader, and with that, a good father and mate. Tonravik could not have predicted any of what had happened in life to have... but, everything had turned out for the better.

She heard him. First from the sound of nails-against-granite, and then, his grunt. Tonravik chuffed to him in turn, but did not yet remove her eyes from the horizon. Only when he slid alongside her did she glance to him, leaning toward him to breathe warm air onto his cheek before sliding her own nose to the edge of his. They moved together ever-downward, two sentinels contrasting in appearance but united in every purpose.