Moonspear He's never going home

Tambourine rolled to a stop, his big paws crunching in the snow, and craned his neck upward. Moonspear was a fitting name; the peak thrust up toward the heavens exactly like a javelin with a lunar target. As his pale eyes combed over its slopes, he saw a figure climbing. His heart dropped into his stomach.

Without thinking, the yearling threw his head into the air and howled a warning to the wolves who lived here. "There's a bear on your mountain!" he called out to them, thinking of @Wraen and her family. "Bears seem to cause a lot of trouble in these areas," her voice echoed in his mind as he frantically stamped the snow, feeling helpless.