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It felt good to stretch his legs in a jaunt that was direct and meaningful, and as the beta led Taggarik higher up the ridge he felt the welcome burn and pull of gravity and activity at work, both things he didn't understand and didn't need to. All he knew was that walking uphill was harder than walking downhill, but the pulse of his heart favoured the extra work. By the time they reached the hole where the scent of bear was strong, he was lightly panting.

The alpha wolf approached and his faithful beta remained close, but slightly behind. It wasn't out of fear of the thing within, although he had a healthy dose of that, nor to put his leader in harm's way, but it was Taggarik's right as dominant male to investigate first. Nevertheless, the tawny wolf stepped up as well and peered into the darkness, breath held. Before he could make out whether the wriggle of moment deep within indicated the presence of a cub, a heavy paw came flying out of the darkness and connected with the side of his head, felling him instantly.