Ghost Lion Crag augiauyak

Ikkalrok paused when the sound of the other can be heard echoing against nearby rockwalls. She does not deliberate long before her ears swivel and face ahead: forward, march. Step by step they ascend, before they arrive to the point where the pale wolf can be seen. As she had suspected, it was another of their breed—no feline in which to avoid, for now. 

And so she does not stop. The female chuffs lowly, to gauge the others reaction to their presence. While she certainly does not appear friendly, she does not appear hostile either; her nose brushes against the earth briefly, inspecting the ground for signs of what might have caused the sounds of such abrupt movement from the other.