sleight of hand

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Iqniq and Tonravik could not have been more different creatures. Tonravik was a wolf a few words who took things for what they were. Iqniq didn't mind words, he found value in them. They helped him not only to see things as they were, but also to understand why things were the way they were. In this sense, he took a little more time and was often more conversational with members of the pack. He liked to spend time with them and see where every wolf was at. In life. In their progress with trades. In their desires and goals for what they wanted for themselves. That was part of the Spire's training after all. Warrior and warden were important tools for learning how to protect and defend in all facets of life. For him, learning these things required conversation.

"Mm," he murmured as Savik explained his adjustment towards the terrain. A forest wolf at heart, Iqniq sympathized and understood the difficulties of the adjustment. Why, the very slopes he walked on threatened to consume him with their sharp points like teeth should he accidentally misstep. Their borders were not so friendly at all. He grinned. All the better to keep the unwanted out.

He was about to comment further when Savik proposed they go for a hunt. "We should. I'd like that. But first, how's your progress on warrior and warden coming along?" A hunt was desirable, but their weekly hunts of late had all been successes. Their caches were well stocked, and while he'd not deny the value of adding more, Savik had been right in that winter was coming. Winter was a desperate time. And when wolves were desperate they did desperate things. Like trespassing. Stealing. All things those trades were set up to prevent against.