Duskfire Glacier let me give you my life

As discussed, they had decided to leave early morning. Tonravik was observant on their journey there, looking for signs of hesitance, of anxiety. But he was stoic and his mind for the moment truly seemed made up; he would commit to this. Tonravik, too, was committed to the task at hand. Her strides were strong and firm and as they came upon the glacier, Tonravik moved upon it hungrily. The desire to conquer was strong; however, they were a number of three. While the area did not smell too populated, surely the pack had more numbers than they; and, as she understood it, Njal would be peaceful unless accosted. Should they be chased from the land, Tonravik would conquer another. Perhaps in time she would just take the place, then...mk

Tonravik was only now trying out an alliance with the Sveijarn family. The family was a broken one, but it held Tartok in it; it could be made strong again. That was one of the many reasons she stood beside the silver male now. Tartok was a familial unit and one did not leave a man behind. Of course, those that truly abandoned with that intent... were disposed of.