Alpine Lake Orksingolerpok

Ikkalrok felt him come to join her, and her tail swayed evenly behind her hips. It was good he had come here with her; he was a strong, capable male, a good subordinate when needed, though only to those that deserved to make a demand of him. It was for good, ample reason that Ikkalrok had ever arrived to such a point; she had proven, time and time again, she was inexhaustible in abiding by her indomitable instinct. It reared its head now more than ever; the past season had seen to it that Ikkalrok felt some shade of desire for her own future through the continuation of her bloodline. She had left herself ample time to cater to this desire: complete her mission, find a base of her own—one that Anuniaq knew the location of, had been born upon. She would see that place; she would have it.

These thoughts idled in her mind. What drove her was her surroundings. No other of their ilk had crossed this territory, but Ikkalrok scented many a wolf that had passed through. She glanced to her companion to see if he detected any scent of note; a wolf that had abandoned, a wolf that had needed to be found.