Sawtooth Spire don't disturb the beast

Even though our hunt roll was a success this week, it seems we've encountered a little trouble to come along with it!  Grizzly Mama ain't happy. ;)  Next round will begin once all or the majority have replied, posting order is not mandatory to hold.  Forgive me for a little assumption powerplay going on, and for any disjointed wording... colds suck. ;_;

tagging: @Tonravik @Iqniq @Nanuk @Tatsuya @Aariak @Savik

The moose felled, the wolves ate.  It was an idyllic setting worthy of some nature documentary about their wild disposition.  Sure, there was the typical growling and snarling over choice pieces and pecking order, but for the most part Echelon took note of the contentedness that rolled through.  It was important for them to get their fill now; what they couldn't eat would be cached for later.

At least that had been the plan understood by one and all, until the growing sensation that they were no longer alone as a pack came into play.  It was a little hard to notice the approach of a thick-furred grizzly, especially when it arrived with fanfare.  Guttural and low were its call as it wasted no time in rising up to investigate them and size them up.  By then, Echelon had ceased her chewing and swallowed the last hunk of meat she held in her jaws roughly, eyeing it back.  She anticipated that the others were doing the same, discord open between them as the tension rose to a mounting threat.

Bristling as she rose to stand closer to their kill, she growled a warning.  They were many, the grizzly just one and old.  But bears did not live far through the years without knowing how to take that they wanted, and whether or not that meant they had to plow through a wolf pack to take their share did not matter.

a perfect circle — rose