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Ikkuma is satisfied by his answer. It made sense that a healthy pack would take advantage of the season. She gave no physical indication that his words affected her save for the flick of an ear. It felt as if they had discussed all that they required. Although it would take time for Ikkuma to acclimate to this place and its people, she would do her best to keep the mountain secure for this man's offspring - at least for a little while, lest she be tempted elsewhere by a greater challenge.

After striding alongside the man for a few minutes she finally does speak. Her tone is clipped, business-like. Is there anything you require of me? A task I can busy myself with? Ikkuma has barely been present enough to taste the thin mountain air, yet here she was, prepared to get to work. The woman held an over-active spirit that could not fathom stagnation. She looked to Mahler thereafter, amber gaze more intense than necessary, only to catch herself and divert her gaze lest he take it as a challenge. She meant only to stay busy, stay distracted - and stay out of everyone's way.