Big Salmon Lake fallen so far, like a shooting star

Her mountain offered the grandest of vantage points. From below she could see herds congregate, wolves unite to hunt, and potential trespassers. She saw some come, some go. Rarely did she go to meet them.

She could not see as far as the Lake, but she departed her home with word to her subordinates so that she could scout the land out for wolves that held potential. While Tartok was being established, she could do this; otherwise, she would not go far from her home at all. Why would she need to? They truly did not need more. Even with few numbers, Tartok would dominate, destroy; they knew how to take on multiple wolves at once, were trained to anticipate such a thing. And perhaps that would happen, given their current choice of camp and their forever-home. A mountain. Always a mountain.

Tonravik had fed well prior to leaving, so she was in good spirits and health alike as she departed her home. It took a while for her to come to this place, but when she arrived, she did so in time for a show. It was the way the beast consumed that intrigued her. The display was one that she enjoyed. Not a wasteful being. Shamelessly, she moves nearer, her eyes upon him, eating him up as he would his prey.