Ouroboros Spine winds of change

Iqniq's response was not the one he had been anticipating. In his natal pack, a moment like this would have began the aggressive competition for breeding rights, and it was because he had been suppressed by the older and more experienced males there that he had dispersed to here; pursuing Tonravik and a place at her side in a bid for status and its freedoms. Whether it was confidence or the cockiness of youth, he was prepared to fight here and now for that status. But the red male did not respond with aggression, just a command to follow him. To leave.

Kodiak ceased his snarling and posturing, and stared unblinking at his packmate. He was dumbfounded by this, and suspicious also. Iqniq moved toward him, and his nose twitched into the beginning of a new snarl, for he was not the least bit interested in listening to him. That was, until from the corner of his eye he glimpsed Tonravik. Here was aggression, and a promise of blood, both their blood, if they did not leave immediately.

The brown bear growled lowly, frustrated, as he moved away with the red male, but he refused to go far. His fur pricked with ire, and he stopped after a short while, turning to face Iqniq and meeting his gaze. There was anger in his expression, but also confusion and distrust. "What's your deal?"