Sawtooth Spire Decently Departed

Tonravik nosed his growing furs back, and agreed with him. "Collect them, and any who wish to come, and go. Some might wish to stay." Tonravik shrugged; this was alright by her. They would inform them that they were following the herd and be on their way; that was that. Nanuk, upon arrival, shared her thoughts. Tonravik was chuffed to know the other was as willing to move on as they were. Reasonable, rational wolves. Smart. Tonravik shook out her furs, mountain-dust clinging to it.

And it was then she tipped her head upward to howl, we are moving on from this place. The call was a long one, and one she was certain her mate and her sister by all means but blood would join. And when it was finished, they would go to collect their brood.