Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

Iluq regarded the dark man, watching as his expression darkened and faded to nothing. The pale one shrugged, at that. Nothing could be done for his taking offense; it hadn't been anything personal, and still, it wasn't. Iluq did not think she had made an enemy that day; they were brothers and sisters in arms, and surely, the new ones would need to suss each other out. An ear twitched and the leaders started to speak. Her eyes slid toward her fellow pale Inuit, regarding him, too, for a moment... but swift to avert her eyes. He was further above her on the hierarchy at present than was at her desired reach. 

As everything was explained, Iluq wondered at her own course of action. She enjoyed being independent and alone... but she knew resting her bones with others was not a terrible thing. Used to it as she was, Iluq had already decided her own course of action. Iluq would stay and sleep among the pack. As for staying and seeing why the stones were warm...? She was interested. It would be good to find out why, and that way, she need not fear that the heat be something that would cause their joint deaths. As the alpha male stayed in place, Iluq drifted closer to the dominant pair to show that she was one of those that wished to know why.