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For @Atreyu. Hope this location works!

She moved on from the glacier area one afternoon and largely without fanfare. There was much debate left as to whether or not she would have anything to do with them. There was much debate left as to whether or not she'd have anything to do with finding Tonravik, too. Today she rested heavily upon the latter, investigating places for the sake of saying that she had been there. She knew Tonravik was long gone from this place and that no manner of searching would reunite her with her aokkatti. She knew her well enough to have not left a breadcrumb trail to be followed. It wasn't their way; when they went, they certainly just up and went. They disappeared into the gloom of the hinterland without so much as a word to where they were going and why. Echelon had seen many do it in her short life.

By the time she had reached the thick forest of evergreens, a light snow had come cascading down from the sky. This she knew was bound to happen, however quickly it passed or not. That was the way of winter and weather in general. Like the wolves of Tartok, it was predictable but always keen on doing what it wanted. The snowfall brought a certain stillness back to the woods the further in she went, stirring a gentle fog that clung and lingered all about the thick and low boughs. A quick intake of breath told her that for the most part, this place was deserted. For how long it had been, she couldn't have said. It would have made a nice home for a pack no doubt, but it had been overlooked. The coast couldn't have been too far off, so perhaps that was it. What little she knew of the coastal pieces of the Wilds was that they were well inhabitated. They were territorial. Yet then again, what pack wasn't?

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