Snowforest Taiga From a fortune of fisher king

Among the milling bodies of the caribou there is the scarred woman, burly compared to the sagging skin of the ill creatures, and when Tulimaq spots her he bellows a bark through the herd. The younger ones and the healthier ones scatter as soon as they see him; the elder ones, nearly dead on their feet from their sickness, do not so much as bat an ear.

Tulimaq is bristling as he rounds upon where the woman lingers.

Shikoba, sivullik to Moonglow — a dangerous flash in his eyes as his head begins to lower, his pace increasing as he moves towards her like a bull. —fight with me! It was not a request. The snap of his teeth is clue enough to that.