Duskfire Glacier from the deepest seas to the darkest nights

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She lingered for some time, though not as long as she would have expected. A stark figure rose from the terrain, his steps confident and dutiful in his approach. This was not the fellow that she had been accosted by in days past. Just as well though, she figured. A pack was more than just a wolf. As the pale-colored male drew ever closer, Echelon assessed him at length, her eyes not moving away from his form until he had come within distance for her to hear him. It was there she found herself offered a simple greeting, and one that she could most definitely handle. None of those state-your-business nonsense that she had seen Tonravik deal with, or in the rare occasion that she had dealt with.

“I want to join,” she said, a certain terseness to her words that betrayed the deference that she adopted in light of him standing there. He didn't need to ask why she was there, no, Echelon had no issues with cutting to the chase. She was blunt, better used as a hammer than something more precise. Though she were tempted to delve into what she could have provided, the inky, flightly Tartok creature withheld in his instance. If he were interested, he would ask the right quetsions. And if he werent, then Echelon knew she would be looking at moving on.