Ghost Lion Crag augiauyak

Ikkalrok observed nothing of note here, and licked her chops as her head lifted from the earth. An ear flicked as she turned to look to Savik, and then her gaze shifted to Anuniaq. There equal disinterest in the terrain meant there was nothing of concern, here, to their observation. The pale she-wolf continues with them, and Ikkalrok again changes her course as she now approaches the stranger full on. Still, the Tartok savage is aloof and lacks aggression; she is appreciative of the others shifted gaze, deferential to her dominant nature. She, on the other hand, looked at the other, gaze sharp and inspecting. Nothing to suggest sickness, or starvation either. 

The quiet she-wolf vaguely reminded Ikkalrok of her @Nippaitok; they are, however, somehow softer. Their wildness, though, was what drew Ikkalrok nearer in the first place, temporarily curious as all wild things could sometimes be. Bearish nostrils flared and exhaled a heavy breath as she reached out to sniff at the other, to know where they were, where they had been, who it was they ran with.