Duskfire Glacier [m]I hear it all, I hear it all in my head

Stilled, hunkered—as good as dead. 

Tikigâk was upon her as an avalanche would be. Devastating indeed—with little chance of survival unless one knew how to use their head. 

The other made no move to defend, and so Tikigâk would use what momentum had given her to her already terrible weight to seek to barrel her over before she would then move to pin and press the girl into the earth with brutal efficiency. 

She had seen pretenders such as this. She would not give them the room to deliver a toothy surprise. Sick wolves. 

But she trusted their submission. And if the other resisted and did not show their belly, as Tikigâk so vehemently and physically suggested, then they were as good as dead.