Wapun Meadow wolf mother

The silence was always a blessing to Tonravik. She did not mind Echelon, but the subject was a sore one. But the wolves were of her aokkatti's family as much as her own, and so Tonravik would answer all of the questions she had on this matter. There was a brief lapse of silence, and Tonravik relished in it... but as Echelon spoke again, Tonravik turned and looked fully at Echelon. There was appreciation in her gaze; Echelon had continued to do her duty, even when it was not expected in her absence.

There is a place that is already ours, she grins, her expression to dark to be impish; but she was eager to tell Echelon more. As she waited for Njal's call, her tongue ran over her nose to moisten it. The wolf who calls will show us the way. A sable ear flicked as she listened, and in seconds, there it was. His howl reached the wolves miles away, and she looked to Echelon before turning and beginning their walk. She would tell her lither counterpart all, naturally; but would wait to see if Echelon was at all interested.