Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

CLINGS

Which pack is yours? she asks with the tilt of her head after his statement; certainly this man belonged to pack, with the myriad of scents upon him. But his appearance did not suit the role follower to her, and so she assumed aloud that he led. His question was met with a blink. She did not have it in her to lie, or to make up a disguise, and so she responds: Tonravik.

She is expectant that he would give his own name, never did she truly have to ask. Perhaps her expectant look might hint as much, but one could never be sure; for Tonravik was no clairvoyant herself, but her gestures spoke louder and often said more than her words ever would/could.