Goldilocks ate the porridge, killed the bears

The bear roared again and Thistle's ears slicked back to her head and she whined softly feeling utterly helpless. She should be out helping her pack mates defending their home. She sighed unhappily. Realizing she couldn't take it anymore she snuck to the open mouth of the den and searched the forest t osee if the bear was coming near. Her ears were erect for any sounds of whether it be her pack mates, her mate or the bear. Blue eyes gazed softly at the forest wondering what was going on and who she would have to heal. Probably Ragnar the man couldn't fight without getting wounded, simply because he just didn't care whether or not he got hurt he was more interested in the results of getting whatever threat it maybe away.