Greatwater Lake homesick for the sea

Tonravik had very little to miss. She would recreate it all here. Her mother and her savagery were things she respected and bring to life here in herself. If there was one identifiable thing she desired to be here, it would be the blistering cold. Tonravik despised the heat. Winter would come, and then there would be nothing to miss at all. Emotion was beyond her. Not beneath her, but beyond her capabilities. Something she could not comprehend or translate.

There would be few times she would leave Silvertip, but she did today to search for other wolves that had potential to become a part of Tartok. There were things that occurred for reasons, but Tonravik did not question these reasons. She let them be. She did not ask. She acted.

Her eyes did not see the young wolf lingering listlessly nearby; she had come to quench her thirst. The young one was nearby, but Tonravik also could not smell her given the wind was not in her own favor. It was only before she went to drink that she noted the presence of the agouti wolf. Had she been her mother, she would have been able to identify who's progeny this might have been. The hooks were mirrors of Aktaie's own! But Tonravik knew only of the lore of Seahawk and its inhabitants, and the way of her mothers once-faith.

As it were, she could not identify who this was. Tonravik eyed the other, and then moved to drink. Not once did she remove her own murky brown eyes from the lanky figure of the stranger.