Otatso Wetlands there's no rest for the weary

liquid time, ftw.

Tonravik had not seen her brothers for a long time. They had begun as four, but individually had set apart as different places called to them. She did not mind. The Tartok boys would set their own way, when they were ready. Spread their name. Spread their cause. The strong thrive, the strong survive. Her mother traveled now with her new mate—Aves—and was likely to have conceived another litter by now, herself. Tonravik moved with a strange purpose. Having recently turned two herself, she felt a certain difference to her. A new purpose, herself. She too desired now to continue Tartok. Bringing into it her own line. Of course, she did not know now that this was her desire. Only that she desired something else than going through her motions.

Her nose pressed to the earth. There was no familiarity here. But soon, soon she would find a place to become home. It would take time, but she had nothing but that any longer. For the moment, she was suffering; she had made the ill decision of traveling by sunlight. She was tired. Tonravik traveled frequently by night due to her dark furs. The sun was no friend to her as she grew acclimated to it without snow surrounding her at all times. Tonravik's eyes fell upon a wolf who had taken to the base of a tree, and though she desired to snap at him, to take it for herself, the heat rendered her exhausted; the thought of even clicking her jaws at him to display her displeasure to something that could not helped revolted her, even. Moving, tch. The Tartok wolf had thought herself capable of handling the damnable heat by now, but she had traveled hours to this place.

There was nowhere else that was dry. She would have moved on, but knew she needed rest prior to nightfall, where she would move on. And so the wolf shifts to roll in the wetness the land presented, knowing the mud would cool her for the time, and then moved back toward Curran. She maintained a respectable distance, dark eyes falling to him as the massive she-bear drops to her haunches, and then slides to her belly. Audits perk forward, but do not press over her brow aggressively. Tonravik had no qualm in squabbling over the spot, and yet hoped in this time it would not come to that. A first.