Hoshor Plains No Time Left To Breathe

The animal downwind came for her, snapped at her, pinched her fur, and withdrew. Bear whipped around, cumbersome despite her massive build, well-practiced in this game. How many cubs had she killed a wolf for. How many meals had she stolen from a pack. In one swipe, the bear could break the back of a wolf. She whirled and struck, broad paw moving to give Azzaro a hearty cuffing. Nothing fatal, just a probe. Again a low groan-roar sounded. Leave me be.