Wapun Meadow wolf mother

For a split second, there was a sense of being rebuked cresting in her. Yet it went away as Tonravik readily explained things. Her interest was piqued now, more than it had been before. Out of all of those followers, this particular one had seemed to do more than she could have completed. It should have left her feeling sour, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. It seemed almost foolish now to hold onto those petty feelings anyway, but it was the youth in her still left to fade. In spite of her maturity, Echelon was very much a child in many aspects, foremost emotionally. Thankfully, she was keen to conceal those feelings.

As the howl rose up in response at last, Echelon hung back for a moment as Tonravik started off. She tried to discern something from it, something that would have suggested who the caller was otherwise, but did not ring familiar. But not willing to be left behind again, the dark-haired Phase set off after Tonravik, catching up and keeping pace with the older wolf with relative ease. Long forgotten now was the hunger that had been gnawing in her belly, or the feelings that had been hanging around. She let them go, casting them aside on the premise that the future had suddenly became a lot more purposeful.

Tartok had begun to strength again.