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

She hooted and hollered as she trotted a wide arc around the livid juvenile, lips spread wide in a wicked smile as Chases Crows swooped low for the ankle. The bruin was having none of it and whipped back around, throwing a heavy paw in Grawlix's direction, but the swift tawny wolf had already pulled away. She weighed her options then as she pranced another couple steps, glancing between the elk and the bear's hind end. But her decision was easily made.

With a surge of speed and her voice falling to silence, Always Running shot in and took a swipe with sharp teeth at the bear's thick thigh. There was too much fur and muscle there for her to do much damage without worrying it away, but that wasn't the objective. The bear was young and lacked confidence; that last move was enough to convince it to seek greener pastures. It attempted one last half-hearted swing for Sunday, bellowing, and then began to lumber off, grumbling, while the cream female snickered and rounded back on the abandoned elk.