Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

Tonravik moved towards her and nipped; Echelon welcomed it with a wave of her tail. The swishes were brief as her aokkatti moved onward, leaving her to take watch of the cubs that ventured out. They were bolder this time than the last to some degree, though the instigator was out in full force, having already beelined for Aasivak. She paid little to the exchange there as Iqniq spoke of why they had gathered there.

And what he said left her with mixed emotions. She, like the aforementioned spider, was often keen on sleeping alone and out in the open. Only the worst of winter nights had forced her to hole up or freeze. But at least it was an open ended offer — she would keep to the openness of the mountain range until she decided otherwise as well. Had the cubs not been apart of that, she may have considered otherwise as she was not one to necessarily pass up being close to her aokkatti. But Echelon remained undecided about them and their potential. Her youth, she did not remember or care to and perhaps in some sort of convoluted way she wished for them to remember theirs.

Curiously as Tonravik's words faded out, she watched the others and gauged for their reaction.