Nova Peak i don't want pity, just a safe place to hide

One by one, they come -- and oh, they are young. Barely old enough to be off the teat, in her view; even outnumbered, she has no fear. This will be an easy fight. 

Many bears might blunder right on past until provoked. Not Tupkuk. Her dark eyes fix on the russet girl, the one who cried out. She gives the dog a long stare filled with an intense hatred. 

Then she begins to barrel forward, a roar rumbling in her throat, her long claws and razor teeth with dead aim on the yearling wolf.