Silvertip Mountain black halo

She was on exceptionally high alert.

One wolf had already deliberately trespassed. Two others had skirted her borders. Each she had taken care of respectively. If there were any more, their bones would litter the outskirts of her borders. Her scent made it abundantly clear that there were wolves that were staking a claim; but she was beginning to doubt that the wolves here had any sense at all, be it because their olfactory nerves were nonfunctional or because they were mentally prepared to be put out of their misery. Perhaps that had been the case with the foolish elder. She did not know. But it was taken care of.

Tonravik moved toward the howl before it had sounded, having been so watchful. As she moves in the direction of the caller, her arched tail sways. The wolf waited. The wolf summoned. While it was evident—and would be evident to the wolf she approached—that she was not at all bothered with keeping wolves out by force, there was something to be said about approaching another that had their wits about them. Many did not know of Tartok, so perhaps that explained the wolves and their slipups. Well, they had come; it was time the world learned.

As she draws nearer, he appears in her line of sight. He is bordered by tall trees and low rocks, and she meets his eyes without trepidation (because it is she who tests, and she who is in charge). The disheveled Tonravik (who had clearly, recently, been in a few scraps) did not look any less the monster from her most recent scuffles. Perhaps she looked more the part. The Tartok woman is not aggressive in her approach, but she is dominant, licking her chops as she at last is before him, lobes flicking forward. She assesses his physical form without shame, as one would assess any soldier. Although it is not clear, she is pleased; her expression remains stony, impassive, and unimpressed. It cannot be helped; she is the mountain she lives on. More than that, if he had no desire to join, then he would know of her disappointment. And yet, her hard, dark eyes seem to round. She already knows. It is in his air, just as it is in hers. She waits.

Clarification was a necessity.