Sawtooth Spire don't disturb the beast

They ate, a heap of growls and snapping teeth. Ravenous, sanguine, powerful. Tatsuya enjoyed their bestial interactions, kindled by their ferocity. Occupied though the Delta was, he could not overlook the bear's unwanted company. Expression dropping – lips sheathing ivory weaponry – Tatsuya guardedly peered over his shoulder. Shit. Would they ever afford to rest on their laurels? Backing away from their meal did the wolverine fully face their wayward visitor. A growl resounded betwixt pink teeth and carmine gums. Were these creatures capable of higher thought, they would mind their audible warning.
Judging by appearance and smell alone, Tatsuya assumed she was up there in years. A detriment the wolves will benefit from. Old age meant hindered dexterity, agility, endurance and a good deal of other properties. Even so, one swipe of her curved talons could easily rupture as any adolescent. Even partial blows could spell the end for any one of them. It might be best to let the bear have their well earned meal. To preserve their health and numbers. But then that would be giving up without a fight. And they were all for fighting for that which is theirs. No matter how dodgy the task.
The umber Delta awaited Iqniq's dictation. Flee? Or hold their ground at the risk of injuring or losing their own?