Verdant Basin rectifier

It was hot. If ever Kavrak might have raised her voice in a complaint, it would have been now, but that was just a waste of words. While more loquacious than her sibling and most of Tartok, the huntress still said little more than was necessary. Indeed, she walked half a wolf's length behind her sister and for many miles, they said nothing at all. They had no need of idle conversation to pass the time. They had a mission and were more concerned with getting to it than chatting.

Kavrak's eyes were for the terrain. They prowled over sloped grasslands now, with the sun beating down on their backs. In the distance on all sides there were trees and mountains. The entire valley was well fortified, but she wasn't thinking of battle at the moment. Kavrak yearned to direct their course to the highest of the peaks, where the two northerners might find a reprieve from the stifling heat, but Kuasak was eldest, and Kuasak held the reins of their caravan. Sometimes, Kavrak would nip and jostle for authority. Sometimes she would win. Most of the time she deferred to her sibling.

She glanced sidelong at the paler wolf now, licking her chops as if to ask, and now? They'd left the brothers behind. The brothers knew where they were going. Kuasak and Kavrak had ranged ahead with a thirst for seeing what was ahead, but the younger sister didn't know where they were going. Did Kuasak?