Silvertip Mountain summoning

The white wolf's gestures appeased Tuwawi, and her expression softened as she moved forward to more closely inspect the stranger. Her features were delicate, but strong, and clearly effeminate. Deadgrass colored hairs intermingled with their charcoal and white neighbors, creating a unique color palette — especially in the setting sun. Tuwawi's dark nostrils flared and took in her scent, scanning for signs of injury or disease. Neither blood nor smell of sickness clung to the youth's fur. They stood a few feet apart as Tuwawi's weight leaned forward to receive the vagrant's words.

Nunavut. Tartok. "Tartok?" she parroted, interest piqued as her ears pricked to attention. "By blood or by..." her voice drifted off, not recognizing the name Nunavut. She had known this female's father, Illuliaq (admittedly, not that well), but any connection drawn between them was weak at best. As it was with Tonravik, Tuwawi did not know the other half of their pedigrees, and so there was no spark of recognition within her stormy eyes. It was always a possibility that this wolf was like herself: brought in by Siku to take up the mantle of the surname Tartok. Even so, the dark family's claim was already far-reaching, perhaps even more so than Tuwawi was aware.

Siku's panik, Nunavut responded, clearly anticipating the necessity to have an explanation. So, she knew Siku... but what did panik mean? It was a word she wouldn't admit she didn't know. Her own Inuit name, Tuwawi, had been gifted by the Issumatar, but did not offer any insight into the foreign language many of the Tartokians knew. A twang of inner jealousy and embarrassment struck a chord, reminding Tuwawi that she was not bound to Tartok by birth, like some; and it made her recall a time when she was once Proudheart. Regardless, her expression did not reveal the inner workings of her mind and heart, but rather, maintained a look of indifference.

Was panik a word of significance? Was it supposed to answer why she was here? Tuwawi's muzzle became tight lipped. "Siku is not here," she said, "her daughter, Tonravik, leads in her stead." Tartok was always a pack of secrets, providing little information of their inner workings to the outside world. However, this was an exception. All should know who dominated this territory.