Wapun Meadow And miles to go before I sleep

@Echelon u knew this was coming

Tonravik sat and stared at the world around her. She did not see it for its beauty, but for what could be gained from it. For the moment, she loitered at Wapun Meadow. Nothing could be gained here. Perhaps good hunting grounds in the spring, but herds knew better than to linger too long in barren land during the Winter when nothing was fruitful regardless. If Tonravik attached sentiment to places, she might prefer the land solely because it had granted her visual of her aokkatti.

The Tartok woman stood here, however, because it also offered a clear view of the world around them. Jutting out of the lands jaw were its fanged mountains in the distance, and Tonravik hungered to explore them... but first, she would reinstate the wolf she had come with to his place, find her own, and rebuild and regather. Tonravik was a doer, not a thinker... and so she grasped at straws thinking of a future beyond or before ruling.