Two Rivers Isle One's loss, another's gain

Malice lay inside her den, curled around her little boys like always. She couldn't wait for them to see better and explore this newly founded land, but she knew she had to wait a while. For now, it was fine to have them near.

It was not long though before she smelled something odd-something dangerous. She stuck her head of the den, carefully leaning over her little ones. Her nose touched the wind, and the vague scent of bear filled her nostrils. She sneezed softly, hopefully not startlening the kids. The howl of Burke startled her instead, and she immediately got up to check what was wrong.

With nervous steps, Malice approached the sickly thin yet big brown ball of fluff and stopped beside her lover. It seemed to be sleeping, or dying, she couldn't tell. Or perhaps it was already dead, she could not see much. All she saw was a threat to their new home, It was fighting or feast time. Perhaps her pups' first real meal beside her milk.