Wapun Meadow wolf mother

I'm being vague on any injures here because I don't know how her thread with Ciervo is going to go. :X

Her deliberations were coming to a close at last. Just when Echelon had decided that perhaps the best thing she could do was to simply let go of everything, the world was once more turned on its head. In the crisp, damp weather that blanketed the wilderness, she heard the call rise up from the depths of a forest she was lingering in. The creek had caught her interest briefly, but only because she had scented the male she had hunted with some time ago. Had he found a home that easily? His ragged and weathered appearance had proven that he was as weary as she found herself, though she considered herself far from haggard. She had always been rough in appearance.

But these thoughts were chased from her mind; that call was bone chilling but not forlorn. It was familiar and demanding; her breath hitched in a startled display deep in her throat. She let it go shakily, drawing in and out at length for what seemed like far too long to compose herself. And she answered it, the higher tinges of her voice meant to carry through the eaves and outward. Once the call had left her, she ventured out towards the edge of the timberline, trying to spy out the darkened figure against the blinding brightness of the snow. It wasn't difficult, but Echelon did not readily approach her. It had been a long time, and the very sight of Tonravik against the pale backdrop stirred emotion that she was uncertain how to handle.