Nova Peak the bloodied hatchet

The wolf before her knew next to nothing of this place, but it was not nothing at all. Vague though it was, she could tread in that direction with at least the knowledge a territory was nearby. Sangilak herself did not attempt to grow more comfortable. She was ready to head out and find a place to hunker down for the night... but Nova Peak could still offer her more than what it had thus far. So her eyes continued to rove over the horizon and in the distance stood a great mountain range. Her eyes held fast to the horizon, as she decided it would be there she would ultimately head to. Tonravik had told her of Sawtooth Spire; Sangilak sought to see it with her own eyes, and eventually lay her own claim to it. Not yet, however. Her ambitions were not so far-reaching, and this was an eventual plan. Tonravik was a yearling when she started all this... Sangilak had other things she wished to accomplish, first.

When the other looked to her again, Sangilak did not feel the need to look back up until the point that he asked her another question. It was then she met his gaze, her perpetually dark look one not meant for him but simply her face and its steadfast expression. I am new to this place. It helped nothing to go in blind, and while she could and would if she must Sangilak did not see the harm in getting from others what they knew.