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

Much too large to be pushed away at her rolling momentum, Ikkalrok withheld her teeth when wolf and Ursus scent intervened. While he would not bleed, if he and Fraser did not both jump out of the way she would surely knock the wind from whoever might still remain in her path and take the brunt of it. There was no room for her to listen, and whatever the recourse of her first action Ikkalrok looked, bewildered and irate, at her apparent packmate (Skoll).

He was in league with this?

Ikkalrok's stony eyes were hard upon Fraser as they shifted to him, starting from his paws and drifting upward the rangy, wiry coat he wore. They held fast to his strange ears, before her eyes turned to meet his own in evident dismissal of his worth. He might wear their scent, but she could not find it in her to trust one so different and deformed. There must be somthing wrong with him. With a rumble, Ikkalrok turned to depart from the duo; she had no interest in holding court with this strange thing and his keeper.

Ikkalrok out, unless someone wants to try and stop her! Pls forgive her rudeness, she does not like doggos