Silvertip Mountain summoning

Like Tuwawi, her bulk didn't compare to the legacy of the Matriarch's progeny, in fact the Alpha pup was average with extra muscle that replaced all of her baby fat weeks ago, filling her in quite nicely. Nunavut had the captivating beauty of her Anânak while sharing the coloration of her Atâtak, in fact, the younger bitch was a minimized version (also, a bit girly) version of Iluliaq.

Her audits flipped forward, swiveling on top of her skull in the direction of the approaching bitch as her glistening plume gave a firm, but friendly wag before dropping to her ankles. From a young age, Nunavut was taught how to respect authority. Nunavut was a stranger upon these lands (although, it was fairly obvious that the other wolf was not), but the aging pup was Tartok. So, Tuwawi needed to be respected.

"Nunavut. Tartok," she responded with a prompt ease as instructed by Iluliaq, audits swiveling on top of her skull, alerted to the older bitches' arrival while her eyes over-looked the russet coloration of her pelt, but her expression was meaningless. Tuwawi didn't look like Siku—but, then again, appearances can be very misleading. Besides, the bitch could have been adopted. "Siku's panik," Nunavut added, her voice clipping close after uttering the final word in Inuktitut. A word that Iluliaq, her father, her Atâtak would often use to describe his daughter to others.

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