Alpine Lake Orksingolerpok

For Nippaitok, a more intuitive wolf than most, a glance was all it took for him to know Ikkalrok's general thoughts. Because of an inbred compulsion for silence, his life revolved around knowing how others felt without them having to intentionally tell or even show him. Over time he'd found an advantage to this state of mind, one that didn't need noise to understand or respond, and the kind of meticulous dedication needed to understand every individual's personal set of non-verbal cues was just the kind of work that satisfied him most. It was refreshing, he thought, to know how other's were feeling and what they wanted without ever having to utter a word.

And Ikkalrok: he knew best. He gave a single shake of his large head, quick as her glance and just as efficient. No, these lands were bare of wolves. He had traveled as far south as he could and not encountered a single soul. It had perhaps been unlucky, but Nippaitok wasn't complaining about how lonely his trails had been. He preferred the absence of others. It meant less competition for his own conquests; but in that same vein, he understood their need for more bodies. More support. More Tartok.

He knew she had her head set on reaching Anuniaq's homestead, but Nippaitok had seen much of the lands surrounding the Alpine and he was inclined to claim this bountiful peak. Indicating this, he stopped full and looked after her pointedly until she met his eye.