Deepwood Weald weird flex, but ok.

She had been stalking the scent for a day at least before noticing a change in its quality. Her hunger was growing too strong; the heat drew out her agitation along with the growing desperation that a hungry animal often fell victim to. This place was so very different from the cold lands to the north — but it was a sign of the times, never before would Kilalurak have ventured this far south in order to survive, and it showed. The heavy-set woman had thinned in the months following her arrival to this place. The valley that had been her home was not enough to sustain her so she roamed, wasting precious energy to haul her immense body onwards, day to day.

She saw the mountains and thought they looked menacing — but also familiar, for the higher reaches vanished in the white smoke of cloud cover and her heart was reminded of the cold lands, the thick ice, the taste of sweet seal fat upon her tongue and all the fish she could claw from the frigid rivers. With hope settling inside of her for the first time in weeks Kilalurak had begun to seek out those mountains. She found solace soon after. The crunch of snow beneath her paws was a welcome sound — the woman frolicked (as much as someone of her size could frolick) across the ice, until the scent caught in her piggish nose.

The bear was loath to leave the glacier behind but she knew that food was of utmost importance; so soon enough the white expanse retreated behind her, and she roamed the lowlands. The forest was difficult for her to traverse. The trees too closely packed together where they grew, the soil too loose and muddy where the shifting spring-to-summer weather had softened it. She felt the spray of a morning shower for a few hours - this did little to dissuade the gargantuan bear as she prowled through the trees - and by the afternoon her dense white coat was dry again. 

The scent had shifted away from being prey to being more than that — it was familiar, and caused her to skulk whereas Kilalurak would usually continue unperterbed. The scent was of wolf and she was unafraid, but — it was familiar too, which was the reason she seized and observed the green around her, curious and impatient for the creature to show themselves.

The wolf was, of course, the dutiful warrior and beta, Revui.

He had not intended to go so far from Moonspear that afternoon, and had kept to the lowlands for the better part of the morning. There was much to be done in anticipation for Hydra's children; he would be there to guard them and to raise them, as his sister and idol had done for himself and his brother. It was only out of a desire to protect his family that Revui found himself lurking in the foothills of the mountain. He wished to prove himself as beta, to do something that would earn him merit and sustain his role; to prove to his parents they had made the right decision, and to earn him their praise. Perhaps if he could only prove himself again, again, again, they would see that the mountain was not something they had to fight over. 

So the boy patrolled in a wider net, spiraling out from the northern border of Moonspear's claim until he was lingering along the northerly paths towards the glacier; it was not a place he would ever visit again, at least for a while. Memories of Yami's betrayal were dimming in his mind but he still felt the lancing hurt within himself, and was not eager to seek out any reminders.

When the scent of deer spawned between the trees he lurched along to investigate it. If he was not destined to encounter any rogues in the immediate vicinity of the mountain range, he could at least get a vibe of where the local herds were grazing - it would be good news, and could earn him praise just as easily as a battle. He prowled along the familiar paths, cutting corners when obvious animal trails made themselves apparent (and by blundering along, made them wide enough for his burly self).

His memory of the great white bear had become lost to him; in hindsight this would prove foolish, but Revui's interests and stresses were always immediate, and he rarely thought of the past or the future in great detail. The scent meant nothing to him besides being familiar but he was not bothered - nor was he immediately inquisitive - as his goal centered around hunting for the herd. It wasn't until the scent of deer became diluted to the point of vanishing that Revui realized his mistake, and tried to double-back in pursuit.

The crashing of a body through the green was easily discerned, even with her tiny ears and distracted, simple mind. The sounds reverberated through the trees in a way that disoriented the hungry giant and left her to slowly peer towards one section of the woodland or another, but never in the right place at the right time. As the wind swept through the canopy and caused the boughs to dance overhead, she looked there; when birds shrieked and fled from the crunching of the foliage to her right, she slowly, imperiously, drifted her attention that way. And when the wolf came crashing by her too close, so close, dangerously close -- she was startled, and with a grunt she reared back to give him space.

The sound of the bear hit his ears as if they'd been boxed; a deep grunt of surprise, and Revui is turning his attention towards the glaringly yellow-white pelt of the creature as it rears back from him. He does not have time to read her body language — the sight of something so immense and so powerful sparked a fight-or-flight response, and while the bear might've been trying to escape without harm, Revui was not that kind of creature.

He saw the way they moved and blocked the light — 

He saw the staggeringly large shape looming over him —

He saw mud-coated paws that could've been the size of his own head, too close, too close —

And out of that shock-and-awe came his scything teeth, bared for his own defence, reaching to parry the assault before it could transpire.

Kilalurak rose up at an awkward angle and tried to clambor away from the silver-furred creature, yet even before she could settle back against the green, there were teeth. There was the sharp slicing of her flesh and tearing of pale hair — there was blood, there was panic — and she pulled her limb from the creature's grip with one motion, roared and slammed with the back of her bloodied, fisted paw at the creature, aiming for the teeth so as to disorient and dismay them from further attack.

Yet this would only inspire Revui; he tasted the blood of the beast and he wanted more; the dullness of his mind was overwhelmed by the sensation of fresh blood upon his tongue, and even as that paw careened for his face and knocked him back, he knew he would not relent until he'd brought this beast down. If he could bring this giant home to the mountain — if he could mount its head upon a ridge and share his triumph with @Hydra — !!!

The battle would continue for only a few more minutes, as the bear relented and tried to flee. Its path took it at a hastened pace away from the wolf and its diabolical red-grin, its damning teeth, its viciousness; even if Kilalurak was larger and able to maul the wolf beyond repair, she was not the kind to fight — she was tired and desperate, and now bleeding, and wished only for escape. As she fled, so too would Revui. His chase vivified by a lust for battle and yearning to prove his strength, yet in giving chase to the bear the two combatants would trail away from the mountain.

And then, all that was left was the trail of blood, as silence resumed within the wood.