Wapun Meadow wolf mother

Sickness had taken them? It was surprising, though her stoicism betrayed any sign of it. Maybe she should not have been surprised by such a thing. Sickness came and went, sometimes more fatal than other times. She did not need to inquire the extend of it to know how it ended of course, because that much had already been established. But it made up for the lingering traces of that sickly sweetness to Tonravik's pelt. Whatever had happened, it hadn't been long ago, but long enough that she felt if her aokkatti were to be ill, she would have shown it.

As they lied in wait for a response from Njal, Echelon wondered briefly who had come back with her companion. It was there that she wanted to impart what she had learned, what she had failed to mention before they had been inevitably separated. "There are suitable mountains for our claim here," she intoned, their previous subjects left to dissolve to nothing. "Some east, some west of here. The ones in the east seem more promising." And she thought of the glacier, though it was outside their realm of claiming. Taking it by force was an option, but Echelon knew they did not have the numbers or the strength to do it. Not now, anyway.