Mount Everfall do not go gentle into that good night

Silaluk could have followed the waters from the Basin to move further, but she moved back to the Mountain but once more to inspect if any others from their branches had come this way. Mount Everfall would ever be the wolves of ocean-water and mountains preferred route. Her shadows remained behind her, but they lagged with intent. They were looking for trails of any that they had ever known. The she-wolf that had come to them by chance on the Mount would know different wolves than she and Anuniaq both. Silaluk would know many, for in her short life she had traveled much, aiding Tartok in many of their efforts of taking over territories. It explained the map of scars beneath her thick winter-fur that could likely only be seen by the eye that knew how to look. Scars were a great thing to carry, and it was not her who lost her life in those fights. 

Scree fell from an upper ridge of the mountain, and Silaluk, having been ascending herself, moved with precision to meet them. The wind was not in her favor and so she could not know what, exactly, she might meet. There was a deft and deliberate slowness to her movements as her glacial eyes searched her surroundings for signs of a predator lurking near. No scat, no claw-marks lining the rocks, and no territorial yowls. Though it seemed unlikely, it was not impossible, and so she was rightfully wary. Up and up she went, until she saw the sight of a tail that was distinctly wolf. This caused her to pick up her pace, though the way that she moved suggested her expertise in scaling mountains that had been even more difficult than this. Not once did she lose her footing, and soon enough she was level to the other. 

Silaluk shook out her furs, dirt, dust, and debris flinging from them before she took some odd steps toward the other wolf. Her ears cupped forward with interest. From afar, she could scarcely tell the others age. It could very well be a younger wolf of their ilk, and the adult they traveled with perhaps might be nearby... Silaluk's eyes took stock, again, of her surroundings, and a deep inhale informed Silaluk that around here, this one was alone. She did not think much on that, as thinking was not truly her way. Silaluk's tail fanned rigidly out behind her as she moved to close the distane, her body language calm. She was an imposing thing to behold, but at present she was not a threat to the other. No, Silaluk was merely curious.