Bearclaw Valley icewo[m]an

Ikkalrok was much too dense to think of this as anything more than what it was. Primal, ancient instinct pushed her ahead. Insisted that she run; that he chase. That he catch. He caught up with her, and she did not know him well enough to see the true anger there. His fangs set flame to the entirety of her, and as he cut across her path and she moved into him Ikkalrok yielded all at once.

He had won her from the moment they had hunted together, and had earned her the moment he captured her, too. Her ears flattened as her tongue sought his chin, she rumbled lowly in that feral tone that even he would understand. She could wait no more, she was on fire, and he could help snuff the flame. Ikkalrok turned, but not to escape him; her tail shifted and she stepped backward, and as she shook out her furs she looked over her shoulder to see if he understood.