Ouroboros Spine Protect your chest, Warrior!

When he was not assisting Tonravik or tending to other more pressing matters, Kodiak had been working in a spiral, winding from the outer reaches of the territory inward on his task to catalog the territory. This trek brought him nearer and nearer the lake, and a breeze brushed past his muzzle, telling him that he was not alone in this part of the territory. The brown bear recognized the scent as belonging to the russet male, and he headed straight for him.

Kodiak had never spoke to this wolf, though he had been present at the savaging of the coyotes. He was not aiming for conversation now, either. He approached with a scrutinizing gaze, making no effort to conceal the fact that he was sizing this other male up now that he had the chance.