Sawtooth Spire don't disturb the beast

Whichever task had been delegated to Aariak, he would have performed without question, whether it was looking after the brood while their parents hunted, or assinting the hunting party. Either was his duty, and he did not make questions when it came to duty.

Aariak took what was due from the moose. For once, the pack had been successful on a hunt, which had been a concern to all for weeks. It seemed like, after a long period of darkness, the pack started to see light again. That thought lasted no more than minutes, as it was silenced by a deep growl that made Aariak's chest vibrate.

Menacing and intruding, a Grizzly bear approached the pack of wolves, which in a matter of seconds had adopted a defensive formation. All of them alert to every move the old beast made. It seemed that the odds were in their favor noticing the bear's evident age, but with a Grizzly you'd never know. The tables could easily turn if a single wolf took a misstep, and that cost the pack their prey, along with their pride.

Iqniq was quick to plot a counterattack strategy, and Aariak promptly took the place where he thought he would be of best use. The male had been through a tough period after the storms, and his muscle was nothing compared to what it was before. He would not be a match to a bear. He would not fight today.

The male shot a side-glance at Iqniq hoping to get it in return and nodded. Aariak would take the carcass to a safe place with whoever else decided to follow, and then, if needed, he would come back to aid the warriors that confronted the beast.

Taking what remained of the moose from the nape, Aariak started dragging it away towards the closest cache he knew.