Bramblepoint BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Valtyr's attention deviated from the bear as a stranger approached. Instinctively, the Theta stiffened, slate-colored hackles rising in a ridge along his spine defensively. When the larger, silver male assumed an assertive posture, Valtyr's lips drew back to reveal his fangs, maw puckered in an aggressive grimace. He drew nearer to Brandy, hoping to force the Silvertip wolf to retreat. However, he was uncomfortable in this tense situation and not as bold as his ruddy counterpart. Feeding the Broken Antler pack was the goal -- but if it came down to a fight, would Valtyr have the grit to partake?

More wolves quickly arrived and it was clear their adversaries were outnumbered three to five. Pearl, their alpha, stepped forward to strike a deal. Valtyr was happy to let her parlay -- the unity spurred by having a leader relieved the nervousness he felt, so the Sveijarn was quick to regroup and source more confidence in the knowledge his brethren had his back. It seemed neither party wanted to fight, though he wondered if the option of chasing the Silvertip wolves away tickled the back of Pearl's mind. He would prefer to avoid a scrap -- the bears were enough of a challenge.

Before Pearl's word was given, Brandy began to circle the bears. There wasn't much time to waste -- however, as the lowest ranking wolf, Valtyr could not bring himself to move before his leader initiated action. He took a step to stand more closely between Aduin and Embry with a tall posture and shrewd bronze gaze, leering at the dark beta skeptically.