Duskfire Glacier I am the cut that ends foes—

Releasing it when she heard no more breaths and felt no more fight, Tikigâk moved to his side to inspect for any injuries. Any blood there was not his own, and her eyes flicked up toward his own.

What they two had managed was a rare feat indeed. Few walked away from a cougar fight without so much as a scratch, even if the animal was in its juvenile years—they were still a thing to be reckoned with. With their combined skillset and strength, they had both managed to protect Darukaal and leave with, at most, bruising. 

He continued to impress her—her gaze revealed as much. Well done, he had said. She rumbled in rejoinder, pressing her muzzle against his shoulder in a silent echoing of his sentiment. Our cubs will know this story, she rumbled, lowly of the great might of the Qaqqaq-qati that were not made to bleed by the beast, no soft and gentle folklore, but the truth—the tale of she and he, and the things they had killed and stood against.