Silver Moraine the biggest fire the north has ever seen

Only barely had he escaped the painful reminder that her patience was not one to be tested. Test it Tatkret did, though, his playful nature making a rare appearance. He was young, and so was his companion, but they were groomed to be warriors and had been raised by a harsh, unforgiving family. Perhaps Sangilak more-so, and so that was why Tatkret still had some essence of mischievousness that remained within his otherwise stoic and defensive demeanour where his friend did not. He was certain it was tucked away deep inside somewhere, though, and was eager to coax her into a game whenever he could — even if bite marks were the only reward for his efforts.

He hadn't a chance to wonder why she slowed in her gait before he felt a nip at his heels. With a yelp, Tatkret sprinted forward, only to be overtaken by the other massive wolf as she rushed forward up the moraine. He was quick to catch up with his long strides, and tried to see where Sangilak had her sights set on. "Where we headed?" he asked in their native tongue.