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Although she heard the events that transpired, Ikkalrok did not move to intervene. The yellow-eyed boy had made the mistake of watching wolves who were unforgiving when it suited them. To kill him would likely take little energy, she knew as she heard his clipped cry. But killing him would do nothing for her this day. He had appeased her baser instincts when discovered and had heard nothing of consequence. Ikkalrok was no teacher; she did not think of the impression an attack might give, such as, do not watch me. In fact, she hardly thought much of anything. If Arcturus tried his luck with her once more, he would find that his luck had run out—she did not believe in coincidence. 

She continued to move onward, the dark figure of Savik drawing alongside her. If Anuniaq wanted to bring an end to the cub, so be it—the truth of it was that Ikkalrok did not care one way or the other. These things happened, and she was not the protector of the innocent and naive. Disobedience often meant death in their world, but all wolves were reared in such a way from the start. Those that forgot such a lesson did not last long, she had found.