Alpine Lake Orksingolerpok

The breath left her as they collided, though she felt the mass of him give—her timing had been impeccable, and such had become her odds as he collected himself. The woman gathered the breath that had been expelled upon their abrupt contact and as he withdrew she continued her approach, moving with the momentum success had granted her; Ikkalrok moved to bear down upon him as he attempted to recover, a grizzly roar and spittle released from her fanged mouth—however, she abruptly adjusts her course and causes the dirt around them to fly upward, and the dust to create a cloud around her ankles.  

Ikkalrok's lobes twitch, her gaze not leaving him as her tail waves over her hindquarters. Were they training, she would not have ceased in her onslaught. As it was, they were not, and they had more ground to cover—and so, wordlessly, she turns away, one ear cupped back so as to hear him follow, if he elected to, or remain to investigate this place further.