Grouse Thicket calling the inquisition

Ikkuma was far enough away to not be noted, known, or observed; as ever, however, Ikkalrok rumbles a command to her subordinates: seek. Two subordinates become silhouettes, looking every bit the wild bear from this distance; though she has the nose for tracking, Ikkalrok cannot scent what she has yet to meet and know. There were likely Anneriwok that would not be found, if they did not wish to be; Tartok, in truth, did not look very hard. Those that did not want to be found did not want to become, and were fickle in their loyalty—better they turn from them before ever being named. If that was to be their only act of courage, so be it—Ikkalrok was aware of how many it might save. Tartok was not suited for those that would turn their back when an eye was not upon them. 

Such was the purpose of Anneriwok. Who was true, when no one was watching? 

Ikkalrok's gaze perused her surroundings. She began to sniff at the soil she stood upon, and her remaining subordinate followed suit. Her brown eyes caught sight of a feather that had drifted from her ear to the earth, once she had lowered her head, and Ikkalrok grimaced as she stood and shook out her furs once more. Any other feathers she could not see were, temporarily, embedded in the knots of her wild, unkempt fur.