Boartusk Heights I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch.

Despite the ending of the battle and the flight of the cat across the rocks, Ikkuma was pleased with herself. She was thoroughly invigorated by the fight, feeling her blood pumping in a way that was familiar and welcome in equal measure; the last time she'd felt this rush of endorphins she'd been back home with her family, going through the trials put forth by Tartok. No sooner did she think of her old haunt that she banished it from the moment — it would only sour her mood to think about her status as Anneriwok.

Both wolves seemed pleased with the result of her intervention, and she grinned a bloody smile towards Niamh, licking her face clean a second later before responding. I've never seen something that big before! You guys are nuts — but that was awesome! Without thinking, she stepped close to both of them and tried to inspect them for wounds. All of them had sustained injuries but it was Niamh's face that drew Ikkuma's attention the most, If you leave that, you'll have a wicked scar! Praise and adulation were rare from the girl, but kicking ass was a good way to earn it.