Arrow Lake Fight the break of dawn

She began to bristle, and certainly she would have stalked forward to seek the being that had thought it wise to hide had the being not presented itself. The very same wolf that had been cowering before emerged, and Tonravik stood all the taller, head cocking to the side. She was only used to those that knew her doing such a thing, but this anxious wolf had done so even without knowing her. Murky brown eyes did not soften at the notion that perhaps the other might like her; emotions were beyond Tonravik, who like her mother could appreciate very little.

At the emitted sound, Tonravik wondered at the age of the being before her. The wolf was coltish and flighty. Was that fixable? Did it need fixing? These perplexing questions popped into her head, though she pushed them away. Too much. She would find out. Invitingly, Tonravik gestured toward her side, enabling the other to journey with her should he desire to. It seemed easily disposable, should it be troublesome, but she imagined that it could be quite useful, too. Were the day not coming, she would have attempted to test him by hunting, but the heat of the sun would soon shove through the trees and be a hindrance to her. She turned to begin to seek out another sort of hovel, and while she preferred the coolness of rock and stone, it was clear that tonight she would get insulated earth. Now, she supposed she might need to find an area big enough for two. Sisamat did not check to see if the other followed; her ears would tell her, this time, accustomed to its near-silent movements to listen for them, to know them at that moment.