Bearclaw Valley icewo[m]an

Her target acquired, Ikkalrok's tongue swept the edges of it; his apology was accepted, as she had not been truly offended by him or his response. In fact, she would have felt the same. Ikkalrok then darted away, before throwing herself into a headlong sprint. She was not as fleet-footed as most were. She was built not for the chase, but for the kill.

So too was he, she thought. And Ikkalrok felt as though they were nearing the heart of their own hunt; it was time he caught her, though even she was not entirely aware of how.