Sheepeater Cliff a family of sheep

Tonravik had heard him call. He was correct in his thought that she would not have heard it clearly, but one thing was distinct in his notes: come. Kaniq and others would remain to guard the territory, and Tonravik would go to aid Tonraq. Her strides were long, but she did not exert the entirety of her energy. By the time she arrived, she merely followed his scent trail.

She was pleased when she found him; for she also smelled the quarry he was near. Her tail waved left and right. He had always been a good tracker; Siku had been the very best, and Tonraq was very much so his mothers son. Evidently, he had her nose. Tonravik licked her chops and shifted next to him. Here, in this time, she would let him decide what it was they ought to do. He had found them, and Tonravik sorted through roles he would play within Tartok. Already he was proving to be invaluable, but she had never doubted him once.