Bearclaw Valley starving in the belly of a whale

The old lady acknowledged Nunataq, but none of the usual meet-and-greet stuff followed. Instead she sneaked up on her bone, picked it up and took off (as much as old ladies can take off). What the... the proud guardian's expression changed from overly pompous and self-important to confused and what-should-I-do-now-like. She followed the she-wolf with her gaze, then made a snap decision to follow her and get back the bone. Or... since the other wolf's mouth was occupied, Nuna could inspect the stranger close-up without fear of getting snapped at.

This she did, but right before she went after the she-wolf, a nagging feeling of being watched made her turn around briefly and scan the immediate vicinity. She spotted that dark male, who had once failed to teach her hunt and in the second occasion had stalked her and Merrick. Her brow furrowed, she bit her lip, wondering, what should she do about him. Frankly speaking, he was annoying her. And had she had the nice flexible and ellegant fingers of a human being, she would have shown him a rude gesture in order to tell that he should bugger off. Since she could not, the next best thing was to ignore him alltogether.

Without another look back she pranced after the older wolf, caught up with her and began to sniff around her hind-quarters. The lady did not seem to pay her much attention. Therefore, when she had stolen back her bone, Nunataq returned to her throne proudly.

Nuna is a little brat - nothing personal.