Rising Sun Valley that sad earthly scene

She too knew that spring was coming. But what they could expect with that coming spring, Echelon could not have taken a guess. Already the air was warmer here than the northern climes of Tartok, the snow was beginning to give away. The birds twittered in their roosts, the herds had never truly left their migratory pathings. And the wolves, well, there was little doubt in her mind that the packs had thrived through the winter because of it. This was not the life she was used to, not in the slightest. Though in all honesty, the majority of her life now had been spent underneath the ruling arm of her aokkatti and nothing more.

His question piqued her own interest. She felt the reason why she followed Tonravik was obvious, but maybe it would not have been to an outsider. Not that Njal was considered an outsider; there was something beneath his burdens that suggested he had dealt with Tartok before, much in the same way the glacier housed another of their distant kin. Kin that Siku had scattered to the four winds before taking her vast clan northward. Had she been more sentimental, or more curious of the past, she would have inquired along ago if those old followers had knew her father, or even her mother. But she wasn't, and therefore those questions never surfaced.

"Why not?" she stated simply; the question was rhetorical. Echelon did not feel it her place to explain how they were bonded, how they were tied to assist one another and raise to whatever glory or infamy they sought. All under the name of Tartok. "There is no point in carrying those... feelings around," she went on to say with disdain. A bitter spear thrust in his direction, for his idling, though she would have lied about what she meant. "Our lives may be too short to carry those grudges around. She is family, nothing matters more than that. Tartok is our family. I don't hold any grudges towards you for separating." She didn't care why, because he still yielded to Tartok. Much in the way the fiery matron had as well. They recognized each other, in spite of generational gaps or distance.

"Do you fear returning to your glacier? That you may be welcomed with teeth rather than submission?" She flipped the focus back around to him, wanting it desperately off herself. She wanted to know what he was thinking.