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She was surprised by the words that came from the other, but only due to the fact that she was so openly told why it was the other was here. Tartok had taken over many nations, and it was strange to look in the face of what a wolf who had been enabled to live and know what they would do. Gone, the other had said. Such finality it was spoken with, that Sangilak did not wonder if the other would return to see it return to that place. No revenge. No speaking of those that had forced her from that place to here, in any manner. Sangilak understood it well enough.

The question was asked in turn. While it ought to have been anticipated, Sangilak was slow with social graces. It was not for the other to know of Tartok and the secretive nation 'twas, and Tartok thrived; that was why she had come. But the wolves of Tartok were reclusive, quiet. Warmongering beings when it was demanded in expansion, and savage protectors of what they deemed their own, soldiers devoted to the cause of their survival and growth. Apex predators were produced and molded by Tartok, who understood better than any the laws of the wild.

It was time, she responded without any measure of eloquence. Her mother had produced more children; Tonravik had, too. Of course Sangilak would be a threat to them; she was no sweet big sister, but rough and cruel and intolerant, perhaps moreso than her mother. At her age, there was no maternal bone within her. Her impatience with cubs had been something expected by Siku, who had kept some of her (presently) unambitious children in the ranks. So it was time for her to go her own way, and it had led her to this place.