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Ikkalrok could hear the approach of another, and when she turned there in her line of sight was a familiar face. She had not forgotten him, but bore no ill will toward him for intervening that day some time back. Merrick had killed the dog, and Ikkalrok was also not one to hold a grudge over something so fickle. If Skoll had trusted the mongrel, that was his choice; Ikkalrok never would have... but, that did not matter now. The thing was dead.

Having eaten a great deal of the thing by the time Skoll had arrived, the massive she wolf swiped it toward him with a hefty paw should he himself desire any. While there wasn't much left to it, there was enough to quell any pangs of hunger he might feel.