But I have promises to keep

@Njal mebe bebe ????

The three slept close to one another, their camp of three. It was before twilight, and the world was shrouded in a new, quiet snowfall. All ought to have been peaceful were it not for Tonravik, who—laying on her side—looked to be running full tilt...

She awoke, jumping to her feet, legs splayed and fangs bared; there was nothing, however, to assault. She had likely startled her two companions, and she herself having no idea what the ruckus she had caused was about grunted lowly. Nothing to see here, the sound said, to put her companions at ease.

Tonravik thought of laying back down but decided against it. Instead she turned, thinking to scout around for a herd to hunt in the morning. Even in sleep, she could find no rest this night.