Bearclaw Valley Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye waukin' yet?

Ikkalrok was only threatened by things she did not know. And this thing before her she did not know. Unstoppable as a speeding train once set into motion, the Ursus she-wolf sought to intercept the thing before her snarling loudly. She had not smelled him to know he was a welcome wolf of this community, but he was an entirely foreign entity to her. Folded ears, different furs—she did not like the look of it. She did not see him as a patrolling wolf, but rather a lurking entity at the borders skulking and hoping to get in.

She would not let him get the chance.

Far enough for Fraser to escape, but close enough to (potentially) do real damage if he did not seek to move out of her path of destruction, Ikkalrok bore her fangs and promised him only violence.

someone can tell her what's what! but, I thought this might be fun