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It was Anuniaq's purposeful stride that led her to believe there was something here, and she uncovered it without much difficulty; the yellow-eyed male knew he was found and made no further effort to conceal himself. It was this that prevented Ikkalrok from attacking him outright, and as he stepped out of the cover the foliage had offered him Ikkalrok observed his tense and frightened body language. 

Fear. A powerful motivator. It made fools of wise men, and as Ikkalrok looked upon him she recognized that this was no man. To be sure, he was no small cub—but there was more of him to come, evidenced by his paws and his coltish physique. Even worse. 

Why do you hide, came her baleful voice, the words a demand. She was a wolf who had forgotten the curiosity that came with youth, and as a cub, she had not had the luxury to explore such a thing. What Ikkalrok had been taught was to trust her instinct, and that any could be the enemy no matter how soft they presented themselves. Ikkalrok did not enjoy to be watched from the shadows; it was the way of the skulking fox, or the lowly coyote, and was unbecoming in those of their breed. Those of that sort might have their use and their value, but Ikkalrok, a woman without wit or intelligence, did not think of such things.