Sawtooth Spire Agent of Chaos

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The spider had come to the den doorstep earlier than originally intended. The night had been bitter cold and unproductive in sleep. Without slumber to pass the quiet time by, the inky wolf had gone hunting for his leader. The slumbering mass had been devoid on Tonravik. Undaunted, the follower picked up the faint scent of the mountain female and began journey within her wake. 

The call only solidified the correct path, ears preening the dusky light for the figure of the scarred alpha. She hadn't been too terribly far ahead and announcement of presence was merely a flicker of fiery eyes and nothing more. Silently, the subordinate fell in line with his larger companion, curiosity reigning over the landscape for any clue of what was intended to be the first lesson. While there was knowledge of poisons, the tall-legged Eta could not begin to fathom the multitudes of variety that the Teekon had to offer. 

Ears swiveled faintly, plucking trail along his leader's flank and awaiting orders.