Duskfire Glacier let me give you my life

What could have been a tender reunion quickly combusted to cinders as each wolf postured aggressively, Njal's plans unraveling as neither party relented. Tonravik met Tuwawi's scathing words with a dominant stance, to which Tuwawi rebutted with her own snarl and gnashing fangs. Týrr swiftly moved to the ember's side, his loyalty not unnoticed by the firebrand, to intercept Njal who was visibly agitated by the other male. Yet Njal was the most contained out of the entire group, his words stern and commanding in an attempt to reach some sort of middle ground.

However, Tuwawi was not on his wavelength... and was devoid of empathy to see her husband's greater picture. "Peace?" she scoffed, head swinging towards her paramour belligerently, "you bring these Tartok wolves into Duskfire and expect me to accept them into our fold?" She was floored, astounded by - what was in her mind - Njal's complete incompetence. Did he know her at all? "No they are not welcome," she commanded pointedly, scorned by Njal's low opinion of the crew that now inhabited the glacier.

Yet, she faltered as Njal pleaded with his wife, weakened by the desperation in his tone. "Why don't you go to the sea," she spat, foresight clouded, "and find our boy."

Tonravik's retreat appeased the alpha, but she glowered all the same.