Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

The polar bear had failed in her duties to protect the young of her leaders. Coyotes had attacked at the den, within the very heart of their territory. Though they had decimated the population of smaller carnivores, the Beta had not slept since, instead using the time to scour the mountain and it's surrounding territories for anything that might try the same thing. Somewhere along the line, she had slacked in her duties and failed to scent out the offenders, whether they had lived on the mountain previously or had snuck on grounds when no one was looking. 

Unwilling to allow such a thing to happen again, Nanuk moved past the borders, sure now that she had combed this section of the territory that there was nothing here. But just because a coyote or fox wasn't within the pack's lands didn't mean that it wasn't nearby, so she kept on with her thorough search. 

Her steady, tireless pace slowed when gold eyes caught a glimpse of red-orange fur, ears swiveling as her focus settled on a nearby bush. Crouching slightly, the pale female crept forward bit by bit, muscles tense as ever as she lay low, preparing to burst through the bush and catch her target. The possibility that it was a wolf hadn't yet crossed her mind just yet.