Duskfire Glacier let me give you my life

Tonravik waited, patiently. They were met quickly by wolves Tonravik assessed with eyes that had seen many a battle. Size. Scars. Weaknesses that could be found with the eye. Tonravik was not worried; she was calm, collected. Although she had every desire to explore this place, and learn it like Echelon, this place was not her own. She could take it; there was no fire to take this land yet within her.

The fiery wolf was upon them soon. This was the beating heart of his in the flesh. Tonravik left these matters in the hands of Njal, composed and at ease. The Tartok wolf did not flinch in the face of fangs not meant for her; the very first battle to be had was between the heart and the body the heart had been excavated from, willingly. Tonravik set her defenses in case Tuwawi felt unforgiving, her eyes moving slowly from wolf, to landscape, to the next wolf. It was methodical; but she could sense no ambush.