Swiftcurrent Creek to be told.

Just a lil unofficial RC... FUN FUN

The sight of Jinx inspired no memory. Tonravik had seen a thousand faces since their encounter, and had forced many a downfall upon her mountain outside of this land. Some had died, and that was more impressionable to her than the way Jinx's body had looked as it twisted in its descent, to the feel of her life force throbbing beneath her tongue. And so as the woman came to her then, Tonravik blinked slowly, lifting her head not in defiance to the others rank but observation. The wolf looked worse for wear. She wondered how the other could offer herself to challenge in her state, and Tonravik's mercilessness showed as she tested the idea of a challenge... and took it.

The greeting was returned in a low rumble before Tonravik's challenge was issued. The wolf had no qualm in looking the other in the eyes and lifting her tail some, knowing well that the other would respond aggressively and preparing for it in the dipping of her muzzle over her throat, the forward-thrust of her ears that soon fell back onto her crown in a manner meant to protect them, and the narrowing of her eyes. Jinx was not so hulking a beast as she, but the wolf was large. Tonravik was not so foolish as to think the other incapable of holding her rank—she held it, after all—but Tonravik's respect was earned as opposed to given. So many were used to accepting what was before them, but Tonravik was new, and would establish herself swiftly among the lot of them. Leadership was something she obviously coveted, given her own previous standing not too far away, and so here, she tested herself as well.