Malice lay inside her den, curled around her little boys like always. She couldn't wait for them to see better and explore this newly founded land, but she knew she had to wait a while. For now, it was fine to have them near.

It was not long though before she smelled something odd-something dangerous. She stuck her head of the den, carefully leaning over her little ones. Her nose touched the wind, and the vague scent of bear filled her nostrils. She sneezed softly, hopefully not startlening the kids. The howl of Burke startled her instead, and she immediately got up to check what was wrong.

With nervous steps, Malice approached the sickly thin yet big brown ball of fluff and stopped beside her lover. It seemed to be sleeping, or dying, she couldn't tell. Or perhaps it was already dead, she could not see much. All she saw was a threat to their new home, It was fighting or feast time. Perhaps her pups' first real meal beside her milk.

Their band came together at last, Aeronwyn protecting the small babes, Shink with them to fight and Burke and her at the front. She squinted at the bear. This was indeed cruel to do, even though he was prey. He was obviously intelligent as he waited on the peace that came with death. Malice felt bad for threatening him in his last moments on earth, but the quicker it was done, the sooner the pain ended and all the worries would lift from the bear's shoulders. She glared at Burke. this was no way to treat a dying beast, not even the enemy. 

The sooner it is done, the sooner you will be in a better place. She spoke softly yet clear, no trembling in her voice. A lingering eye was kept in Aeronwyn, but she trusted the female enough to let her watch the kids- even with Vassago already on the move. It wasn't like the bear would attack, she thought, for it seemed way too weak to do anything aside from provide them all with a feast be fitting royalty. 

Let us end your suffering, provide us the survival we need. She said as she krept a little closer. She was hungry, perhaps more than anyone here for feeding the pups costed her energy as well, but never would she risk getting wounded now. 

As the bear lunged to somewhere behind her, the movement too fast for her to keep track of what was going on, she had not yet realized what was happening. She growled. She had wanted to do this peacefully, but there was no way to reason with a beast. In a way, the bear reminded her of Nemesis. Fat, ugly, feral. When she heard the crying of her young, she knew she was too late, a numbing feeling going through her whole body. She could swear her vision went to black as she turned around and saw Vassago. VASSAGO! she cried out as she lunged, a few moments after Burke, at the fuzzy thin bear. 

She had almost gotten a heart attack from just hearing that Pyro had fallen into a river, but this was worse. He's dead, she kept repeating in her head. My son's dead because of this bear. little did she knew he was not actually that badly wounded. She attacked the back of the bear as Burke rushed to Vassago, trying to tear whatever she could. A raging mother was something to be scared off, especially when that mother had been trained as a warrior ever since she could barely speak. She knew to be careful of the bear's paws and his head turning around, perhaps, but the rest was fair game.