Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

six hours. under normal circumstances it would take six hours for the water to recede over the land bridge enough for her to safely make the cross she tells him. wintersbane is no sea wolf and he'd be the first to admit he's not very knowledgable about it ( of his own choice, mind ) but he does know that storms make the sea violent but that's mostly out of common sense than it is actual experience. sounds like a headache. he drawls gruffly, giving voice to his opinion despite that it wasn't asked for.

she's attentive as he gives the run down of his idea for the vartija and then she's quiet. he understands that his ideas aren't going to be for everyone. perhaps they're even bold. leaving all ranks challengeable? accepting that he might lose his rank to whatever big bad hotshot that marched into his borders and challenged him? it was risky...but the pack had the ability to interfere. subconsciously, he drew on the idea borrowed from teaghlaigh that the family decided as a whole; except where arturo wanted absolute control, wintersbane had the idea of giving it to the pack as a whole.

my mother called it tundrian. if it has any names beyond that wintersbane doesn't know. maybe it wasn't fair to call it his native tongue ...unlike lotte, he hadn't been born in the enok tundra. but she'd spoken it to the lotturos frequently enough that it might as well have been.

wintersbane shifts his weight as she gives her opinion upon it, giving a soft nod of his head. mhm, he rumbles in simple agreement to her 'i've seen plenty of those' comments. being able to give up, or accordingly not give up a position of power says a lot about a wolf. maybe someone would see the opening of his own rank for challenge was weak but he'd respectfully — or disrespectfully depending on day — disagree. a warrior born and raised. he answers her with a grin tugging at the edges of his lips.