Blackfoot Forest blood & iron

HELLLL YEAH I LOVE GoT *does the same*

Her gaze soon landed upon the wolf that she had sought.

Large, robust, he. Different than the other sorts she had encountered. And he had her attention as she did his; his low, crooning note was answered with one of her own. All instinct, this. She turned, hips swinging away as the wolf in her proestrus was receptive to his company in general and, more importantly, him. The large she-wolf approached him, no small critter. He looked strong, and like he could be fierce. Like he might have the spirit of a fighter within him as surely as she did.

Her tail did not yet wave behind her as she approached, reaching her nose out to gather the scents collected upon him. She was driven by a desire simply to be near him, for now, but that other feral inclination to know him this way, too, remained. She invited him to do the same, rumbling another low crooning note. The first thing Ikkalrok was able to deduce this way (so far) was that he slept in no hollowed tree here; where was home, then? Her gaze skirted about their surroundings, but there was no one around but for them it seemed... and the foxes, that had begun to resume their own noise-making.

Ikkalrok stepped aside to regard him openly, and gestured toward the sound of the foxes. Where before there had been no interest in taking one down, now came the desire to see what sort of hunting partner he would make. She darted several feet ahead and loosed another invitation: shall we hunt?