Silvertip Mountain after dark

She heard the other better now that they had spent time in one another's company. Its movements were different than any she had seen, and the sound of its traverse were much the same in the regard that she had not heard much like it. She was used to snow, though, and her time in that environment had certainly changed much in her. Toothless had taught her to be more wary, more observant. The strangers intentions were not ill as far as she could tell, and she was fortunate for that; but Tartok easily harbored wolves outside of it that envied their success, and hated their principle that the strong would survive and the weak would die. It was inevitable. They only quickened the process.

At the sound the other made, Tonravik turned her head to peer at him on a nicely sized boulder. Her nostrils flare and she thinks for a moment, before deciding that now would be as good a time as any to test out the ability of her newest companion. She abides by instinct, tipping her head back and summoning her other companion (Skyfall) if he would desire to join them, too; but the call of a hunter rose above the treeline they lingered beneath, mingling with the unique cry of the wolf with her, who likely had not thought she might join in.

Tonravik bounded ahead, and notes a trail. She freezes, head whipping back in the direction of Toothless, before she nudges the trail, invites the other to partake in helping her seek.