Bearclaw Valley i need fresh blood.

Mute, still, she blinked in rejoinder. He recognized her, she recognized him. He did not seem hungry, and for that, Ikkalrok devoured the rest. She had been satisfied, but now she was comfortably full. But Ikkalrok would always look out for those that were pack. That done, she licked her jowls to be rid of the gore that lingered on her muzzle.

She ought to continue the patrol. The bear of a woman rose to all fours for a beat only to roll in the murder scene so that her scent would permeate it; once she was done, she appeared quite satisfied and prepared to be on her way with a shake of her furs. Some blood lingered on the edges of her silver cowl, though she was not bothered by it and would likely address that some other time. Moving to resume her work, Ikkalrok looked to Skoll briefly; he could join her, if he wished; she glanced toward her side in quiet invitation before her stride lengthened.