Alpine Lake Orksingolerpok

Instead of her weight bearing down upon him as expected, Nippaitok was instead greeted by a spray of brittle dust and gravel. He stood up uncontested, and looked at Ikkalrok curiously as her attentions turned elsewhere. He was relieved, somewhat, that she had not forced him into submission. He felt as if he'd paid enough for almost literally putting a bag over his head— having (unintentionally) received a well-deserved nick to his leg— and if there was a lesson to be learned then he had learned it well and good.

Snorting the dust from his nostrils, the male took up swiftly after his packmate. At her hip he gave her ribs a solid brush of his muzzle, a more appropriate greeting, and perhaps a whisper of an apology for forcing her to defend her life against him.