Bearclaw Valley i know what to do,

She heard the other before she saw them, and the bear of a woman looked over her shoulder to see another black she-wolf there. Fairer than she in several ways, though Ikkalrok could not appreciate such things. Beauty was a thing Ikkalrok could hardly see or determine, which was likely a good thing for all. It served no purpose in battle, and for her own part manipulation through such means was as ineffective as speaking once engaged in warfare.

Her ear cupped and rotated in recognition that she had heard, but her features remained as blank and unreadable as stone touched and weathered only by nature and no other thing. Ikkalrok did seem to wait for a beat, though once Phoebe had arrived to her side she resumed to move again, snuffling piggishly at the borders.