Oystercatcher Tide Pools Wolf King

Anuniaq was typically not so easily bested; she considered travel-fatigue, though was still relentless. The few enemies that might survive still would act as she did, and Ikkalrok herself acted as the ocean did, unforgiving in its consistent onslaught—movement in her peripheral caused Ikkalrok's attention to shift. They were deep enough where the other Tartok males approach did not alarm her; she gave a final snap to Anuniaq, who decided to retreat despite his shifting odds.

Ikkalrok let the environment work for her as her muscles coiled taut, surging forward upon a rolling wave, roaring with the ocean. Her battle cry was deep, and deafening even without the crashing waves—it served to disconcert her enemies, and more often than not, it did. Fear could cripple some, and serve to dismantle their will; she had seen it for herself, witnessed passion shift to uncertainty, confusion, fear, terror—one could imagine their end. Ikkalrok knew it with certainty. Nippaitok was no stranger to her ways, though her maneuvers and mechanisms were not habitual.

Those that did not know her might be terrified by the flash of her dull eyes, and the savage expression her features expressed; but those that did would know the woman was thoroughly enjoying herself. This was their way. Saliva and seafoam bled together as Ikkalrok moved to bear down upon the pale wolf, approaching head-on. Her fangs sought nothing, yet. Ikkalrok only sought to overwhelm him as the ocean did to many who did not know it; here, even the strongest men lost their footing, and Ikkalrok hoped for this.