Verdant Basin arrival

For the Tartok gang! Please allow at least Anu to reply before non-TT folks hop in. :)

The brothers had traveled from their home to here. It was not the first time Kaertok had been back to his birthplace. He had come back months ago, for a brief amount of time, but nothing had held him here, so he had gone back to his family. Now, though, with @Anuniaq at his side, he felt it was more likely that the both of them would stick around. Tartok wolves had always been stronger together, and they could make a home here if they wanted to.

Presently, he stood at the edge of the water, dipping his head to take a drink from the basin. It was rare that the brothers spoke. They simply didn't need to. Their mission was clear, and anything that went into that mission was satisfactory. Still, Kaertok looked to his brother expectantly. Had they gone far enough? Should they continue for the day? Should they linger here and drink, or should they move on to the next location? Was this spot what they wanted? The questions were unasked, but only because he didn't need to ask them.

Apologies for the kinda clunky post ;_; Other people are free to pop in now!

Like his brother, Anuniaq had been here before, last winter. He had travelled with another then and they had intended to reclaim Sawtooth Spire. Things had not gone according to plan, however, and so he left to return back to his family. Life within Tartok was harsh and unforgiving, though. Tonravik had had another litter and, being the overbearing beast he was, Anuniaq had no place there anymore. They certainly weren't going to waste energy on feeding another — rather large — mouth.

He held no resentment towards his mother, though. He knew the ways of the wild; this was just how it was. He was grateful he had come across his brother on his travels (or had Kaertok come across him?). With few words, Anuniaq understood that they shared a common goal.

As his pale brother stooped to drink, the male trotted onwards, pausing only to take in the surrounding landscape. Rolling, richly green hills lined the horizon, broken only by equally lush foliage. He narrowed his eyes at the intensely verdant scene, finding the soft grass underfoot not to his liking. He turned back just in time to catch Kaertok's questioning look. In response, the brute turned his muzzle to gesture towards the mountain to the east, the peak of which was swathed in clouds. He grunted, before moving on with a swift, purposeful stride. Onwards.

I'm an eager beaver, but like Laur said, feel free to hop in at any time!

Of course. Sungiwok should have known better. This place was far too "soft" for his brother, who had a desire to live in harsher conditions. Anuniaq soldiered on, but Malrok wasn't quick to follow. Instead, he bent down again and took several slurps of water to quench his thirst, shook his coat, and caught back up to his brother who had gone on ahead. He padded along in silence, contemplating all the work they would need to do once they decided on a place to call home.

The first order of business would be to patrol the borders frequently and with no leniency. Any sense of weakness would make their claim weaker. Kaertok wondered if they would seek out new recruits right away or wait until they had established themselves somewhat. He, of course, would be content either way. As long as his family (extended or otherwise) was here, he could find his purpose.