Permafrost Hollows my bones do not taste of crown and silver

MICA POKED ME TO JOIN

She had not long been a guest of the wolf others referred to as Heda; a day, perhaps not even that, had come and gone. Sangilak had rested well in that time, sleeping contentedly as she had not in months. The life of a lone wolf was unromantic and not at all easy, even for a woman such as she. It required constant vigilance and though she did not mind it and was capable of surviving a long while yet in that status, it was not preferred. Sangilak had decided she would explore the territory at greater length later. The scent trail of Thuringwethil had gone beyond the borders of the place she had claimed, and this intrigued her. Sangilak followed it, informing @Tatkret before moving after the scent left behind.

Upon arriving to the place Thuringwethil has gone to, she is not at all easy to find. The winds move in such a way that make tracking a near impossibility, but Sangilak had the nose of her mother, a redeemed tracker that all had known of in Seahawk Valley and now, well beyond. Some of her children had acquired the infamous ability of hers, but not all. She happened to be one of them, and Sangilak was devoted to her task in finding the inkjet wolf.

The frigid winds did not chill the thick-furred Sangilak. She breathes in the springtime air but is reminded of her favored season as the temperatures seek purchase upon her. The woman is in her element as she spots Thuringwethil, and notes the distant look upon the woman's visage. Sangilak steps along side her, though is not soundless in her approach. One ear twists in the direction of Thuringwethil as she licks her chops. Sangilak's presence is an offer for aid; to begin assisting the other who had given her sanctuary.