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

He had smelled the scent of wolves all over the area, but didn't have the energy to care about it. The howl so close to him made him realize they could no longer be ignored. He lifted his head, roaring in agitation at the intrusion. There was one, then two, and then three of them. The bear sat up, swiping a paw through the air as a warning to them. He may be weak, but one hit from his paw could still injure them.

Can't you mangy dogs let a bear die in peace? he growled. He knew what was happening to him, had accepted it, even. He had hoped he could just lie down and go to sleep, but it seemed these wolves were out to ruin his last moments on this earth.