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

The bear roared at the male's show of teeth and obviously selfish offer to get the dead over with. With an attitude like that, the bear replied angrily, there's no way I would simply offer myself to you. While he did know what was going on, and had accepted it, he was not a nice bear. If these wolves thought they could get him to simply lie down and allow them to kill him, they were seriously mistaken.

The female voice had his gaze turning on her. She was nicer, he could tell, and wiser. His own expression may have softened slightly, but she did not change his mind. He knew they would get his body in the end, no matter if they let him die alone or killed him, but the male had angered him, and a bear's temper didn't just go away.

Another wolf, who appeared in personality to be between the male and the female, actually thought they may one day repay his kind if he did this for them today. Mortar scoffed at the naivety of the new male. You would no sooner give yourself to a bear than a fish to a bird, he replied, displeased with this whole situation.

Movement caught his eye, and his gaze turned on a small wolf pup. The bear could just barely make him out, as the foliage of the ground mostly blended him in. But, he knew he was there. You are all stupid if you think I won't put up a fight. You have pups to raise, as I can see, he pointed out. He never liked wolves. They were flighty scavengers that had always gotten in his way. The sight of the next generation of them angered him even more and he lifted his weight to a standing position. Mortar was never one to back down from a fight, and even on his death bed, he would go down taking as many as he could along with him.

What energy he had left he gathered up for this last fight. He didn't bother going for the parents, knowing they would attack him either away. He charged for the pup, intending to mow down any wolf that got in his way.