Blackfoot Forest hit them right between the eyes

As she moved, there was suddenly an obstacle that was neither tree nor shrub, but wolf. He acknowledged her as though he knew something, and this brought her hackles ever-upward as she assessed him swiftly. But he spoke before she could draw her own conclusions, and Tonravik chuffed in acknowledgment. The gargantuan woman looked to him, his own scent very telling. She herself knew little of Samarkand other than its patriarchy (which was not firsthand intel, but something her mother had informed her of). Tonravik did not deal well with that sort, given she was a woman who had done much to earn her place at the top... and would do much more to regain it again.

There was also the fact that she could be wrong, and so, she did what she could not to assume. Instead, she gave him a pointed look that prompted him to explain. Tonravik knew Tartok wolves were of a specific pedigree, but there was more to this. Perhaps he had a desire to run with them, or perhaps this was a mission of his own.