Shadewood Maybe I'll find myself sitting on that distant shore

That shine in her eyes was answered with a grin as he briefly looked her way. Chases Crows was a simple wolf who lived to be exactly what he was. He found no greater joy than in employing his senses and trialing his body and teeth against all the wild. But a young bear feeding on an elk carcass represented more than a chance at recreation. For two lone wolves with hunger's jaws closed around their belly, it was a chance at survival.

His stride lengthened. His pace quickened. His gait morphed from a predatory stalk to a fluid and confident rush as he descended the slope toward the bear. The bear became aware of them then, rising on its back paws and twisting to see them coming. Immediately, its hackles raised and it started to bellow, slamming its paws on the ground and popping its jaws in a defensive threat display. Grawlix was undeterred; few animals were willing to back away from a high value resource without making some effort to retain it. This he knew. This was his nature also.

He crowded in. Tail in the air. He fixed his eyes on the bear's and dared it. Challenged it.