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

She knew the thin wolf would be able to stand his own when surrounded by their band. They were simply with too many, all with their own techniques on how to teach the brute a lesson. Malice's muzzle was covered in blood, the blood of a being that had killed or at least injured one of her loved ones. We wanted to do this peacefully, you dick... She spat, voice muffled by the amount of fur in her mouth. She was sure the bear could feel the slow vibrations though, and that was enough.

The bear fell down, the last drops of life slowly draining, going into the ground to see another being to manifest in. Death hung in the air, and if this had been a Disney movie, it would've rained. She wasn't hungry, not even a little, and thus let go of the bear as soon as he was truly dead. She ran over to Burke who was coming for his fair share of food, but passed him to get to her children. She looked in horror at Vassago's tail, but she saw him breathing. He was alive! More dead than alive though, especially from the angle she was in. She nosed over both sons, not minding her not having the first pick of what kind of bear meat she would get, and when she was sure they were safe and breathing, she left for the bear.

She sunk her teeth in the haunches of the bear, where the tasty muscles were, for she wasn't so fond of the organs. Eating the bear felt right. A tail for a life may not be the best deal the bear had ever done, but alas, he couldn't back down now- not anymore.