Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

It was her ultimate plan to do this, he was quite smart. But the clan of Tartok were a secretive lot in themselves. That, and he did not ask of future plans so she did not think of them immediately. Tonravik took everything at face value. His prompting was met with a blink, and his statements another. It was not visible from here, it was such a distance.

So, she supposed he was right; Tonravik nodded. Further off, she corrected then, licking her chops. You? What had he been doing, then? He did not know of the glacier, and, well, perhaps he had ambitions himself. Tonravik did not think of her ambitions in this dismal wood... she thought of Echelon and Njal and their inevitable departure. But primarily, now, she thought of the wolf before her.