Bearclaw Valley there are no immortals in this life; even stories come to die

Ikkalrok's eyes fell upon Galena when the woman came within her path. This being a wolf, Ikkalrok had no qualms with their company or presence. A social beast (though not wordy, certainly), the mountain of a wolf lengthened her stride to meet the other halfway with an affable sway of her tail. To this one, here and now, she was no threat. She was quite interested in getting to know her packmates, and this wolf was one of them by the scent of her.

If permitted, Ikkalrok would draw to the others side and inhale deeply to get a good grasp on the company this one kept within their ranks. Ikkalrok knew very few, but intended to change this. Ikkalrok offered her own self to be sniffed at as well, if the other felt so inclined.

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