Silver Moraine the biggest fire the north has ever seen

Her retaliation was swift. Play was something she knew of; it was simply that her games were quite different than any others. Surely he played similar ones. Sangilak was raised to play games that made her nothing short of an exceptional triathlete, even better than wolves ought to of already been. That was their lifestyle. And such competitions thrilled Sangilak, who was driven to win. Therein lay the first hints of ambition within her, but the others lay dormant. She was dominant  through and through, a woman who bowed to none bar those who had proven to be her superior. Her leaders, wiser than her and more experienced, were those wolves. Sangilak had beaten wolves superior elsewhere, but the wolves within Tartok were each exceptional warriors who honed their skills within the pack. Perhaps the only wolves who could stand a chance among them were their own, but the unity was unshakable beneath the foundation her mother had built and the others fought to maintain. The very few dissenters died; they were unsuitable for the commitment, which was known to be lifelong.

His query was met first with a grunt as she moved ever-upward up until the point she reached a portion of the moraine that offered a view. She gestured toward the sea, and looked back to him. There was no questioning whether or not he had seen it. All cubs were required to be brought to the sea to train within it for two months of their lives. Sangilak had been eight months when she was brought, and had been made to return many times. That was largely in thanks to Ataneq, who had been fond of the sea and went with his brothers. Those brothers were her brothers, but due to her name, saw her as their elder brother Ataneq. Even Tonravik regarded her as such, and from time to time submitted to her will for it. Such was their culture, but at the peak of it was strength. Sangilak would surely match her sister, but had never dared to do so due to her respect for her and, more than that, knowing Tonravik's merit. Tonravik's ambition was vicious; the very instant Sangilak even imagined leading had been the very instant Tonravik chased her from where she stayed now. That, and her heat.