Silvertip Mountain summoning

Sunset, 9/21 at 6:50 PM. 73°F · 20% chance of rainfall.
Visibility: 10 miles, Humidity: 95%, Winds: 7 mph SE.

Silvertip Mountain—finally, she arrived to her destination. Like many wolves of Tartok, Nunavut felt most at home upon these landscapes that stretched miles above sea level. She was used to the elevations and the less hospitable climate. Nearly a year ago, her Anânak had given birth to her and her older brothers on Arktayok Peak in Seahawk Valley, one of the most unruliest and dangerous mountain in that facility and at six months of age, Nunavut was following her Atâtak down the steep slopes with such ease. She patrolled with her Atâtak as much as she could, learning about diplomat and politics directly from her Atâtak before her and her older brothers were given a proposal to start a-new in Glacier National Park.

Like her Atâtak, the Tartok siblings would establish a new clan with the Matriarch's progeny, building from the ground up and making Tartok known in a different area along the Pacific coastline. She gladly accepted the offer and left Seahawk Valley the next morning in search of Siku's daughter. After a week of traveling, Nunavut arrived to her destination in Glacier National Park and the musky urine scent was predominant along the foot of the peak. Nunavut could only assume that Siku's daughter had a liking for mountains and claimed the Silvertip Mountain for the establishing clan of Tartok.

Her tongue flowed through her parted mouth as she breathed heavily, audits flowing on top of her skull while her nostrils flared to catch the other scents upon the breeze that passed through her shedding coat. She noted the few scents that inhabited the area and figured out that Tartok was forming here, at least, a pack was. One of the odors had to be the Matriarch's progeny. Her head lifted itself up, dragging her muzzle to the skyline as her mouth began to vocalize her presence before returning her cranium to an upright and normal position.

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