Silvertip Mountain uphold the mission

Her ears had heard him long before her eyes had found him, and a familiar scent was brought forth by the breeze. She was, at present, as immovable as the landscape; the only betrayal that she was not carved of stone were her blinking eyes, and when the wind tousled her unkempt furs. 

When she saw him, her weight shifted again. Her ears cupped toward him, and there was no questioning his direction now. Rarely did others dare to follow she and her brethren; an ear swiveled behind her as the pale female that had joined them, @Miyax, rumbled, but in hearing her breathing Ikkalrok knew she was still at rest. 

The slow wave of the others tail displayed he had not come with ill will, and the thick Ikkalrok trusted body language more than she did words. And so, she rose again to all fours to bridge the gap, pausing a wolfslength away. She could not sense any biological cues, either, that meant he posed a threat. His imposing stature appealed greatly to the Tartok woman, and she wondered what strength he possessed. Of will. Of body. 

Her own tail did not yet stir behind her as she stood there, and though she did not speak, there was a clear question posed in her stiff posture and staring eyes: why have you followed?