Grouse Thicket calling the inquisition

It wasn't long until she was lulled in to a familiar march. The wolves were all around her and she couldn't see them, but Ikkuma knew the feeling of being surrounded well enough and the fiery fur along her shoulders began to raise. She stopped dead in her tracks and listened, hearing the subtle sounds of footfalls all around her, and then called out to the dark: Okay, enough. I heard you and I'm here, but what the hell do you want? Cut the crap. You're the big and sneaky Tartok. So am I—uh, sort of. Her tail lashed her hocks a few times and she felt her teeth grit as she admitted this. Judging by her shouting-at-trees approach Ikkuma was quite unlike the silent warriors that surrounded her.