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

The arrival of her mate tempered her, for a moment. But as the woman held her head aloft, still on lands not her own to behave as such, Tikigâk found herself out of mercy to give. Faust, kinder than she for the others trespass, had given her one final opportunity. The white wolf’s words meant nothing next to her then continued behavior. Her pride was misplaced. 

Tikigâk looked to Faust. How would he answer the disrespect the other displayed? Tikigâk, incensed, was all too prepared to chase the she-wolf out and make good on her own words, paused only for her own respect toward her mate—not for good, should the other woman kept her behavior up, but certainly for this moment in time. 

She disbelieved her words—the other was not at all what she needed to be, which then and there was sound of mind. Her mistrust was significant. 

But to her own credit, Tikigâk looked now upon the stranger without indicating any of her thoughts. Her hard stare had turned indifferent, detached—here, or elsewhere, the other woman was not long for the world with her behavior. Truth be told, the other had her mate to thank for still breathing then and there—Tikigâk, normally, would have gone for her throat for her resumed arrogance—toward the Kaan, now, too. 

Unruffled, Tikigâk released the tension from her own furs with a great shake before standing taller, plume rigid over her own hindquarters.