Permafrost Hollows my bones do not taste of crown and silver

Sangilak felt the eyes of Warbone, and turned to study him in much the same fashion. It was shamelessly done, and there was nothing sensual in the gleam of her eye. As he departed, she watched him go, exploring his movements and noting his stride. He was a fit male, strong. She noted no immediate weakness to him, but would find out in time for herself. Warbone knew for certain one of hers: arduous travel and her time as a lone wolf had weakened her. Fit though Sangilak may be, she could not hope to dominate a pack wolf in her condition.

As Thuringwethil moved, Sangilak waited but a moment to travel with her; her eyes still held to the retreating form of Warbone, her hard stare drifting to the other when she was spoken to again. The knowledge shared was taken into account and Sangilak sees the importance of the meeting, what it could mean. Sangilak maintains her stoicism despite the thoughts that come to her. We fight with you, Sangilak rumbled, speaking of herself and Tatkret; it mattered not the circumstance or the reason. Sangilak owed Thuringwethil that blind loyalty for the blind trust offered. She did not need any more explanation than what was given, she simply asked so that she and Tatkret might be prepared for what they might expect.

Another question was asked of her. Sangilak did not avoid the look, and met it with the flick of her ear. When Thuringwethil looks away, so too does Sangilak. To become, Sangilak admitted at length. Stronger, better, fiercer, worthier—Tartok each of these things were true and things she sought to become. To discover. To know. To survive. Sangilak said these things in earnest. Her ambition was at rest, though she had been trained to lead and often did so naturally. It was not something she recognized within herself, and if it was an inevitability she ignored it, for now. Sangilak had not yet found her mountain; when she did so, she felt perhaps then she would be able to answer Thuringwethil differently. For now? Her plan was simple. Sangilak did not think it fair to ask Thuringwethil the same; in any case, Sangilak felt that her plan was the same as any other. Was this not the plan of all wolves? Was this not the reason they existed? Born only to live another day, and when enough of those days had gone by the desire was to live for another.