Iktome Plains tooth and scale

Much had carved Silaluk. She was chimeric, but beastly to behold. Ocean-waves, long plains, but mostly, Silaluk was stone. Those of her branch and of many others were tested by the waves, to see if they would crumble or erode beneath them. Tartok, militant as it was, claimed many mountains near the sea to train there. Some wolves specialized in Oceanic Warfare, and Silaluk herself had been taught by them before partaking in a particularly bloody war. Her respect for the Ocean was as great as her respect for the Mountains. It would not due to take any landscape for anything less than what it was: a force of nature.

As Meteora leaned toward her shoulder, Silaluk drew nearer to do the same. She drew herself alongside the she-wolf who smelled, more than anything else, of the ocean. The saltine scent caused Silaluk's nostrils to quiver, but her familiarity with it gave her the ability to not sneeze due to the strength and concentration of it.