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Were this the mountain Ikkalrok sought to claim, there was no question as to how she would react. What withheld her from such a violent reprimand was that alone, for the moment. He labored over inconsequential things, and his tongue failed him. He slumped against the earth in defeat, and his averted gaze afforded him his good health. 

But not his personal space. 

The Tartok beast hovered over his form, one foreleg stepping easily over his back in a display of her acknowledging his fearfully submissive response. Body language and scent revealed the painful truth of what he presently endured, and with it his inexperience, but to be certain Ikkalrok lowered her own mighty head, her nose working its way up his spine as she searched his furs for evidence of an enemy. Those were scents she could never forget. Where she could not place faces or names from sight, scent was one thing she would always know. 

And there was none upon him that meant he was her enemy today. Lifting her head and snorting loudly, Ikkalrok's stern gaze shifted to Anuniaq. Lingering above the quiet boy for a moment longer to assert her authority, she mutely looked in the direction she imagined he might have come from. He was young, which meant others might seek him. Walking over him entirely now, Ikkalrok moved to leave, electing to avoid the path he had taken to her. Her ears cupped backward to listen for Anuniaq, as well as the stranger.