Neverwinter Forest on my shoulders

As she moved through the conifers, seeking the familiar blue-eyed visage of Aguta, Tonravik felt clarity on what she must do. It was not simply that, but what she desired to. At the very least, she would take the opportunity to meet the locals before setting up her own camp. But she would listen to Aguta, too; Aguta was smart, having learned much from all of her time by her mothers side. Tonravik had learned much without Siku, but she and her siblings had been chased off as they reached a year. Find your way, now. Those had been her words. In a way, Siku could be blamed for the year that she had not been able to spend with her father, but Tonravik hadn't the mental capacity to even think that way. Life was life. How? And they did not know.

It was Aguta and her counsel she sought now. Tonravik preferred the territory Silvertip, and Hunter as well as Skyfall seemed to be growing more acclimated to it as well. Was it best? In time, they could take other territories as their mother had, but Silvertip being their beginning... did Aguta think that wise, too? The wolf had become her most trusted companion in their time together, and so the woman's words would not fall upon deaf ears.

bone of the father, unknowingly given

you will renew your son
flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]

When she had accompanied her beloved Aunt to go in search of the older woman’s only daughter, Aguta hadn’t had any idea that she would be sent to remain with her cousin. Aguta’s player is stupid and keeps referring to Tonravik as Aguta’s niece, but that’s a whole different issue, one that only Charmy can get straight in her head. Aguta had not objected to her Aunt voicing for her to remain with the other girl. There wasn’t anything Aguta wouldn’t have done, and would still do, for Siku for the older woman had become the most solid rock in Aguta’s life and had given the younger of the two something to strive for.

After having left the two she’d happened upon earlier in the day, Aguta continued to carry her prized kill through the territories in search of her cousin. Eventually she picked up the scent of the other and trotted eagerly in her direction. Upon spotting Tonravik, Aguta gave a muffled grunt of greeting, gracefully moving toward the other female, though there would always be a faint limp in her movements. Nearing, she slicked her ears back and lowered her head slightly, showing her absolute respect for the only daughter Siku had had to date. Dropping the half grown fawn carcass on the ground, Aguta leaned down and nosed it toward Tonravik. During all her time with Siku, Aguta had learned to speak without speaking. It had taken time, but she’d eventually grown better at it. For you. Eat.

None of the wolves of Tartok could read minds, but they were apt at reading bodies, faces, the most minuet of details that most forgot as they chose to favor voice. How the stillness of ones face could imply that there was a storm coming, and that this was the calm. How the expressiveness meant that there may be dishonesty. Tonravik spoke best when she did so with her body, much like her mother. She and Siku were not so very different, though Siku had achieved far more by now than Tonravik had (though now, she seeks to begin, to achieve just as much if not more than her).

As Aguta came into sight, her tail slapped at her hindquarters eagerly. A low grunt was emitted, and as she noted the food brought, she chuffed her thanks. Tonravik wasted no time. They were growing in number, and so kills came often now; but not too often. She would soon be replenished enough to resume her former, infrequent hunting schedule of large game with pack.

Tonravik is quick to scarf down what meat she felt necessary, and then she picks up the leftovers (what little was left of it) and gestures toward Silvertip, which jutted upward in the beyond. What do you think?

To her, it looked like home. Theirs. Tartok.

bone of the father, unknowingly given

you will renew your son
flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]

As she had once strove to serve her Aunt, now she strove to serve the only living daughter from her Aunt. There were those who likely thought her weak for making the choice to go only so far within the pack and dedicating her life to serving the one she loved, feared and respected most. But the opinions of those mattered nothing to her. The only opinions that mattered to her were those of her Aunt and those of her cousins. Since she no longer served her Aunt (though she did in a roundabout way), she served Tonravik, and only Tonravik.

Her tail swayed behind her at the greeting offered by her cousin, her Leader. Out of sheer respect, icy gaze shifted away while Tonravik ate what she wanted of what had been given to her. Aguta did not expect any of it for herself. When she was hungry, she hunted for herself. She hunted for her cousin because she could, because she wanted to, because she knew that keeping the Leader in healthy condition was best for all of them. An unhealthy Leader would not be able to protect the pack, protect their territory, or bring the future of the pack into the world.

Only when her cousin was finished did she divert her gaze back toward the large female. A faint smile touched the corners of her lips and she gave a gentle nod accompanied by a soft grunt. Moving forward, Aguta lightly brushed her shoulder against that of her cousin, clearly inviting the younger girl to lead the way, to be the Leader. Home is what Aguta was clearly saying without saying it with words.