Grouse Thicket calling the inquisition

It had been @Anuniaq who had been followed; for as slow as they were, mentally, physically they were perhaps the wisest. He had heard the sound of her, or perhaps he had smelled her, and when she approached Ikkalrok caught his body language shift from seeking to alert. And so it was him Ikkalrok steadily approached; by the time she arrived, there was a ruddy bitch standing near to him, a bright stain to the muted canvas of monochrome around her. 

Ikkalrok drew to her full height as she observed the other, noting their injury without mention. Still she moved closer, seeking to bridge the distance between them entirely, to gather the scents collected on this stranger and to better know this place for it as she moved. If Ikkuma shied away, Ikkalrok would be given brief pause, though throughout this exchange she remained entirely mute. Their (the strangers) approach did not mean anything as to what they had heard in the call, but if they had heard anything in it, they would know to state their full, given name. Nothing was truly ever risked by a stranger to approach the large band of wandering wolves; they were all social creatures. Of course, there was some risk to it—but if the advancement were aggressive, or became that way, Ikkalrok was all too familiar with ending exchanges with like-minded, malignant intent. It was, for the most part, never difficult to eradicate whatever threat posed itself. There were some true warriors among them, but even they were brought to their knees in the end.