Whitefish River paper planes

Tonravik moved throughout the dark forest, heading home. She had obtained what she had sought. Her mission being completed, she no longer needed to keep away from home any longer. This day, she would stake her claim. Sing to the Heavens. Let all know that they were established enough to truly begin, and they would be a force to be reckoned with. xxxxxxShe sees a stranger, pale and alone, nearby. Tonravik does not stop for him; her newest mission was to return home in good time, and she was doing well enough in that so far. There had been no interruptions. The bear of a wolf pushes on, in his line of sight and clearly on the move, going onward as though he were not even there. Speak!