Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

Anyone. This is set during @Njal / @Echelon thread—so either someone can come meet a wild Tonravik, or this can be read only.

Tonravik did not reflect.

She was not about to start now.

There was no meaning to life, Tonravik understood. Nothing to do but leave whatever legacy you could. Tonravik knew two things: she would rule, and she would bear cubs. Tartok would continue in them, and her cubs would come to lead, and their legion would grow here as it had where her mother ruled and none would dare to face them. Although she had come with two, they had passed. Life was cruel, and the strong survived. They were strong wolves, certainly, but not strong enough to make it to the next day. Tonravik could only barely recognize this was no fault of their own, and in that recognition they kept the Tartok name in death. For they had fought to the last, and that... was the Tartok way.

The bear of a wolf lumbered forward, her eyes noting the trail of Echelon and Njal. She did not bother to follow their tracks, nor did she wonder at their return. They were pack, for the while. And Tartok did not abandon. Although Njal was Sveijarn, Tonravik did not doubt his loyalty to their course even despite his wariness.

Her dark eyes surveyed the snowy terrain around her, recognizing she had been here once before.