Sawtooth Spire sharks in the swimming pool

He heard someone approaching and turned, sniffing the air. Perhaps two seconds after he captured Iqniq's scent, the Alpha strode onto the scene, his bright eyes immediately falling to the unearthed cache. Wicked followed his gaze and hesitated for an instant. What if he jokingly told Iqniq finders keepers, losers weepers? The man seemed to be a fan of kidding around. However, Wicked decided against it. That would come later. For now, he nodded, then gestured a foreleg as if to say, Help yourself.

"I was just getting in the mode," he replied to Iqniq's invitation. "You want to take point?" It was his right as the dominant wolf and while Wicked did hope to impress with his skills, this wasn't like his field test with Nanuk. "Or maybe," he said in the next breath, barely pausing, "we could split up and make a contest of it. Whoever drops the most bodies in an hour wins the grand prize." As for what the grand prize was, he hadn't a clue.