Three days he has been on the trail of an elusive hind. The clear weather has favored him and kept her tracks intact and once he had even seen her. She was less than a year old, small and rather malnourished. The longer he drove her to keep moving, the more likely it would be that he could force her down from exhaustion.
He will not catch her today. Daylight has not quite broken as he moves into the lush evergreen. A forest like this is where he had made his home, and he wishes to move through quickly. He moves silently along the fallen needles, hoping to cover a significant amount of ground before while he is beneath the shadows.
Thank you for joining!
Tsiokwaris had noticed the golden prince, and he had been content to keep moving until the stranger had announced his presence. The titan slowed to a stop, heavy paws nearly soundless against the pine blanketing the forest floor. He appeared to be untroubled by the other man's presence, small bearish ears pulled forward in attention as he sniffs the air between them.
Hail.
Ikkalrok is passing through! Feel free to totally ignore her.
With
@Anuniaq,
@Savik, and
@Nippaitok behind her, Ikkalrok sniffs at the perimeter of the coniferous forest. Her calloused paws could not feel the softness of the grass, and when she recognizes no claim, Ikkalrok continues onward. Broad, bearish imprints are left in their wake, though their step is silent and they move in unison, Ikkalrok at their helm. She slowed only when the scent of others became apparent, though she had yet to spot them with her eyes.
She has no intention of avoiding them, either. There was little point. The massive woman keeps a comfortable distance, and her lack of social grace caused no greeting to come forth as she looks upon them, sees them. The gray male holds her attention longer than the golden one; he, in stature, is as massive as she...
But daylight would soon be upon them, and she must lead her kin to a place of rest. And so Ikkalrok diverted her attention to their present route, moving on.
He is able to surmise the intent of the golden man's lilting tongue. If it is not one form of greeting it is another; he is undisturbed by not knowing. The man quickly follows with an inquiry and as Tsiokwaris opens his mouth to respond he catches the heavy footfalls of Ikkalrok. He distributes his weight and tucks his chin, hackles rising as his eyes track the shadow before he realizes that this man does not know her either. The threat of an ambush quickly passes, and the chieftain's son returns his attention to the golden prince.
Tsiokwaris,
he says before throwing his chin behind him. North.