Moonspear bear necessities

"Kala, stop!"

The grizzly froze, face softening abruptly as she peered down at Galaxy. Kala didn't see a wolf pup; she saw her own cub, lost mere hours before Galaxy quite literally tumbled into the mother bear's life. Ignoring the cacophonous flurry of motion around her, she dropped back into all fours. She nosed right past the larger wolf—quite possibly shoving her rudely aside with her great muzzle—and gathered the shaking puppy into her arms.

Even as she fell back onto her haunches to sing to and soothe the youngster, teeth and claws scored her great withers. Kala unwittingly unleashed another horrendous roar (right in Galaxy's face), finally turning to acknowledge the wolf pack circling about her like a shiver of sharks preparing for a feeding frenzy. She clutched the cub tightly to her breast and glared for a moment, only for her face to suddenly fall.

"We mean you no harm," she appealed to the wolves. "Please, just let me and my cub go back into the caves! We won't bother you anymore..."