Duskfire Glacier let me give you my life

posting, because ton took offense to the comment ~

The woman's wailing reached her ears, the high pitch truly nails on a chalkboard to her. She remained silent and stalwart as she pitched her fit over Cubs dead, and Tonravik kept her composure. It was not until Tuwawi spoke of her mother that Tonravik felt an anger burn in her; the flame had touched her, and for that, the ice cracked into a snarling chasm that would swallow them whole.

She rose her head, dipping her muzzle over her throat, taking a solid step forward, her voice as cold as death:

“Tartok would not have let this happen at all. Tartok would protect and die for their children before wolves of any sort took one of ours,” her lips curled up into a dark scowl as her ears leaned ever-so-slightly forward, daring for the woman to object. Her eyes flashes to Njal, who she had brought to return, the man who so nearly did not come back at all. “Your cries will cause an avalanche,” her eyes looked to Tuwawi, and she stays herself from taking the emotionally crippled down in her time of weakness. Emotions were, after all, weak.

Njal speaks. His fault. “You are not solely to blame.” she agrees, her contempt toward the flame very real. She did not know Tuwawi too had gone, and if she did, she would have agreed more fiercely. Should the woman lead? She feels the presence of Echelon, knowing that she might have brought them, now, to an entirely different battle. She bristles, rooting herself to the earth. She thought Tuwawi pathetic and unstable, she could not see what the others did. To lash out on wolves brought to aid disappointed her.

Tonravik did not know she was Tartok, and she never would have guessed it.