Ankyra Sound five nights

Tunerk knew of the conflict between the mountain pack and their own, though she had yet to directly involve herself in it. Caiaphas had requested she remain home to man the lands as they went to retrieve one of their own, stolen away by their enemy, and that she did. Her packmates returned (except for one, though she had never known them) looking worse for wear... but alive.

Without the wolf they went to retrieve, but still alive.

The Northerner was not one for conflict. It was more for her lack of experience than anything else. She had felt bolder when Rusalka first marched... she had even wanted to go with them. But in seeing their state upon their return, she was relieved to have been asked to watch the borders, keep them marked. Relieved, too, that no trouble had come her way in the meantime. She did not feel guilty, but she did feel badly; Tunerk supposed there was one way to right this wrong.

She would have to learn some measure of what it was Caiaphas had set off to do with Rusalka that day. How to go about that, though? She did not know. Tunerk was contemplating this as the sun began to rise, her nose lifting to the sky to catch wind of the way the weather would behave. Tunerk sensed snow would soon come, and her heart lifted.