Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

Tonravik watched as others arrived. Her gaze fell to them as they came, a certain degree of fondness held for each in the level that she knew them. She was resolute, otherwise. Her eyes fell toward the most unfamiliar face to her—Iluq—and lingered there. Her mate had told her how twins had joined them, and one went to return to inform the other branch of their survival. This was a good idea to her. There was something familiar to the alpha female in the other... but nothing she could put her paw on, and so, her gaze drifted toward Aariak as he approached her mate. The alpha female herself took a moment to interact with her pack mates entirely, separating from her cubs side and investigating the spider briefly with sniffs and a stiff posture. Iluq, too, she did this too, before moving on to familiar faces.

She moved firstly to her aokkatti, moving to nip her roughly. It was good to see her. Now that her cubs could not be literally eaten by Echelon, she wondered if she would see her more with them. If her Beta could handle it, surely her battle-buddy could. Echelon would teach her cubs plenty about the world, and about instigating it into motion. Then Tonravik moved toward the pale Aariak, her tail loosely waving. Her appreciation for him had grown tenfold. He was a good caretaker, and she entrusted their cubs in his care plenty of times. She acknowledged him fully now, moving to push roughly against him as she moved past him, tail waving and ears erect. There was no Kapvik to be found, nor the other newer male, Savik. Perhaps they were together and would arrive late. But there was Nanuk, and she moved to nip at the woman's face. Tonravik could sense the others curiosity... and so resumed her station beside her mate, satisfied with her intrusion of others personal space. 

This was her family. Even the Anneriwok were her family; they had chosen to join them, and released their past life to enter this one, to become. It pleased her greatly. There was only one face she missed in the crowd, and it was a wolf she had seen in passing but knew ran with them. Perhaps he would arrive later. When she returned to her mates side, this was what she thought of as she stored their individual scents to memory. And she was proud. Her prediction had been correct: they would survive. And they were stronger for it, better for it. The storms destruction of the Spine had been more fortuitous to she and hers than she could have ever imagined.

As her mate quieted, she broke her silence. "We are all family, and our family grows. They in size," she gestured to the packs sons, "Us in number. This place is good." she nodded, and as she looked 'round at their faces, Tonravik decided she would not mind to see any one of them come first light, or to rise with them when the night sky came. They were pack. And so, she fell back to her silence, watching to see what it was they would do.