Oystercatcher Tide Pools Wolf King

Ikkalrok had no measure of wits within her; she simply felt him fall, and as this occurred Ikkalrok moved not to dominate but to correct. Though she suspected no foul play, even had she had the foresight to think of it she still would have thought his actions foolish. Tartok wolves were wolves of honor in that when it came to fights, they let things play themselves out—but they had learned that others had not the same ideas, and thought themselves brilliant fighters when doubling down against one solid wolf. They learned even then there was little chance of success, but in the waters the odds adjusted not simply to the wolves, but to the creatures among the waters. 

One such unknown animal slid past her thigh. As she dove to pursue Anuniaq, her eyes, adjusting quickly enough but burning even still against the saltwater, caught sight of a simple fish. No shark, no lurking arluk coming too near. Still Ikkalrok did not go for his throat, but for a leg; she, a beast as big as he, knew the power in exhausting the opponent. She would not bring blood to his person; in these waters, to bleed at all was to risk becoming prey.