Qeya River a story of its own,

so sorry for the wait! just transitioned from postpartum to starting a new job and working again so Imaq's threads are a bit rusty by this point. gonna pp an ending on this since she rolled for a success and Mesa is inactive.

Imaq stepped back in disgust as the male emptied his bladder in a volatile manner, nearly spraying her as he did the carcass. Her lip curled as she recoiled, snarling in fury at the audacity of the stranger. He did not speak, nor did he offer more than this feral marking of his territory -- some savage thing that had been reared in the old ways, animalistic and having never learned anything of speech or culture, or so Imaq imagined. She had met such wolves, far to the north. 

Tupilak met him half way, charging forward to clash with the pale he-wolf -- a vibrating ball of fluffy rage as she snapped and tore at his face, not even caring that she stepped directly into the puddle of urine as she raced to challenge his silent claim.

In the end, both would be bloodied -- ragged with fatigue and new wounds alike. But it was Imaq who chased the other away, fangs snapping as she lunged after his hocks. 

When she was sure he had gone, the medicine woman would return to the elk carcass, limping slightly. Despite the way her nose crinkled, she howled for her packmates -- calling them to help her butcher and wash Imaq's hard won trophy.