Wapun Meadow wolf mother

Tonravik waited for what felt like hours. But it did not take so long. In the distance bloomed a face so familiar it caused Tonravik to whine lowly. There was no wolf that would come to know her as Echelon had. The woman was undeniably favored by the next in line daughter of Siku, for many, many reasons. Tonravik did not hold back as Echelon had; she was aware of her error. She had taken too long. Her return was meant to be swift... but that was not to be. Tonravik did not feel she was at fault for that; but perhaps Echelon would understand when she noted the aroma of death that hung to her. Tonravik had guarded the bodies of her soldiers until snow could be moved to be pressed upon them. They would not be scavenged.

Tonravik would not leave again. Never again. She would let her own come to her, now; she would create her legacy here and remain. Her strides were long as she approached her aokkatti, who was relatively far off... but Tonravik would not be deterred anymore. Another howl in the distance gave Tonravik pause... and she stopped, hearing @Njal in the distance. Her ears pricked and again, she threw her head into the air, letting him know where she was. He had come, after all.

She moved quicker, now. It took some time before her arrival before Echelon, and Tonravik was able to tell Echelon so that she would understand her permanence here, to her, her promise rang gruffly: Never again.

But her assessing eyes caught wind of something more than disheveled upon the woman she had taken as a blood-sister. It mattered not that she was sure Echelon was the victorious, it mattered not that it could only be a little scratch; that there was anything at all caused Tonravik's pent up stress to come out in a long snarl that foreshadowed death: Who. She would release her demons upon them, and she would be freed.