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

The other introduced themselves. Ikkalrok regarded her with a rather dumb looking expression, though the name registered. Social niceties were things the bear of a wolf could comprehend, but not in turn deliver. Not that anyone knew, anyway. Rounded ears flickered in open regard, body language revealing she had heard the other... but she answered the question with a grunt of her own. Her dull gaze searched around them for a way to demonstrate her name, given they were the first to even think to ask. But there was no rough sea, and there was no ice-shelves atop it nearby. Ikkalrok's tongue felt too heavy to form the syllable's that were her true name. Reclusive by nature, this was a family by choice through her mate.

But she would learn to trust.

Galena was a strange name. But Ikkalrok had no other word for them, yet, in not knowing who she was. Still, open in disposition to the interaction, the she-wolf shook out her furs and gestured beyond Galena to a lumbering bear in the far distance. Children were coming, and perhaps her own. Bears displaced wolf packs from time to time, but... no one seemed bothered by the scents. For her own part, Ikkalrok adhered to her instinct. She knew what one mighty swipe could do to even the strongest of them.