Lost Creek Hollow i'll be the axe that clears a forest

He had been on his back, forepaws curled above him and tongue lolling as he relished in a full belly and the beauty of the day, surrounded by his packmates. But when Mordecai snarled, it was but a heartbeat before he was on his paws and taking a position at his alpha's shoulder. He soon saw the reason for Mordecai's alarm. He squared his shoulders toward the bear, the fur along his spine risen into sharp barbs, his ears thrust forward and his tail held horizontally. He awaited his leader's direction.