Mount Everfall One great big festering neon distraction

Tûgar's challenge was answered swiftly enough that she felt herself second-guess her intent, her drive. Her ears fell flat atop her crown for a moment before her eyes quickly averted. Okay, her body spoke, and she hunched herself lower than him. It was easy to do, her frame being what it was and his being as large as Silaluk's, and Tûgar patiently awaited his forgiveness. This was natural, and their way; respect was a thing that was not only earned but understood by instinct. Aklark was large, and intimidation as well as attitude was equally important. Perhaps Tûgar might be able to best him in a fight, though her own attitude was deferential to those that had greater ambition than she did and so there was little need. Tûgar was not a she-wolf to be pushed around, however. She was subordinate, but not Omega.