Duskfire Glacier let me give you my life

They were intercepted at first by what Echelon only presumed was a scout. Her call summoned the others out, one by one. Among them had been the warden that she had encountered some time ago, but she feigned knowing him. There was no reply from the dark-haired wolf of Tartok, but there might have been if not for the eruption of the fiery matron she had also met. Tuwawi. Now in the full light of the day, Echelon could see that she was just as fiery as her disposition boasted and the aggressive displays did nothing to sway.

It was on Njal now to explain.

And when he did, it was short and to the point — Echelon remained nothing more than a silent surveyor at his side.