Bearclaw Valley you wouldn't make it

The new scent spiraling through the territory did not go unnoticed. It filled heavily the insides of his nostrils; as he patrolled he found the trail of it and could not find peace. It was not because it was the scent of a new wolf. This was the lure of the season, a smell that drew him whether he really wanted whatever was at the end of the rainbow or not. He was inclined to track @Ikkalrok anyway, eventually making out a dark smudge up ahead. Toad halted, unsure of what to say- and rather willed the broad woman to turn around in his mind, though he knew there was a chance he would go unnoticed and she would continue on her way.

Rarely was she by her lonesome these days. @Revui likely still pursued her, somewhere nearby... she needed a drink, though and was inclined to stretch her leg. They slept, and she invited him along; he would come, or he would not. She hoped that he would; she rather liked engaging with him in these days. For now, she lapped at some stream and rose her head when she felt watched.

It was a feeling that displeased her; she stared Toad down with a low rumble and a lifted plume, and a look that promised him that if he did not stand down she would see to it that he did. It would not be through force of will from her, but brute, savage, unadulterated strength.

The dark woman turned, eyeing him darkly with a rumble. But her lifted plume only engaged his interest further, and he would not let his eyes off her as he quietly observed. She was a beast- gigantic in size, certainly larger than the painfully average Toad. There was a challenge in the way she eyed him- at least he interpreted it this way, rather than as a go away signal. Perhaps influenced by his hormones- but he came forward slowly, muscles shifting in his back like a panther. If he could get close to her, great- if they could spar, even better. She was new here; why not test her skill?

He came closer. Ikkalrok was not put off; she swaggered toward him, head high and chin draped over her throat. Indeed, she wanted to spar; see who, between them, was the superior in physical combat. There were several things Ikkalrok did not account for, but she had never been bright... especially when fatigued. She and Revui had been up for several hours, and slept the bare minimum. Her judgment and her feelings alike were clouded by the residual rosebud hue that shrouded her lens, but for the moment she mistook it for red.

Physical contact was something she desired, but Ikkalrok did not attribute it to lust as she bridged the gap between them with an open-mouthed snarl, teeth seeking purchase anywhere they might find not to shed blood but simply to grip before she might shove down to dominate with the whole of her weight. She sought to swing around him, all the while; Ikkalrok was determined to come out of this on top, though another unbidden image came to mind at the thought of contact.

if I remember correctly, i think we did a roll and ikka wins? either way she has full right to beat up Toad :P
also sorry if anything is inaccurate I have a hard time visualizing fights

She snarled then, coming at him with fangs bared, grabbing alongside his shoulder before he could stop her and swinging him to the ground. She was a heavy girl, and he could feel it would not be easy to lift her away, even harder to try and find a place atop her. For now he kicked hind limbs at her underside, fiercely pummeling her abdomen where something was developing, and baring his own fangs in a silent snarl.