Wapun Meadow And miles to go before I sleep

The reason Tonravik did not worry was this: many had turned on Tartok, and none had survived it. Surely Njal knew this, and if he did not and sought to tempt fate... well, he would learn it the hard way. Tonravik was at ease with the situation, knowing she would come to rule soon again. She had Echelon by her side, and if there was one wolf she knew would always be on her side, it was her. Njal could not say that of his heart.

And if his heart did not trust him, they could temper the emotional man and chisel him to a fine stone. She only trusted the heart to do its primary function. But she was sure many had been let down by that, too, to meet death. Tonravik nods to Echelon's words and rumbles lowly. She would find out when they would go, and let her aokkatti know.