Sawtooth Spire From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows

With the wind in her favor, the strange scent of one who did not run with them permeated the air. The cawing raven called to her attention, and it caused her gaze to fall upon the pale wolf-cub. Of course, only the wind told her that much. The cub looked like an adult in stature, not fully developed but were it not for the wind, she would not have guessed at her age at all. The Beta came in snarling, and Iluq paused long enough to note scree clicking along the earth... Her head turned and she watched the impressive approach of the mountains Queen. Iluq wasted no more time after that. She knew the protocol. 

Iluq charged toward Potema with a snarl of her own, preparing her defenses and hungry for blood. Nanuk's own pause gave Iluq enough reason to hesitate for a minute, which would buy the stranger precious seconds.