Bearclaw Valley Remember where you came from

Nunataq was drawn to the scene by the unmistakeable smell of rotting flesh. And not just any odour - a canid had died here few days ago and plenty of the scavengers had had a go at the figurative shepherd's pie. She would not have recognized her brother Lucas in that mangled body and she would not have had any scruples about eating the dead wolf. Food was still food and with her hunts being less fortunate lately, she was not exactly picky about, what she was going to get.

However, as she came nearer, she picked up fresh footprints of not just one wolf, but two. With a deep-set frown on her face she tracked the two people with a growing sense of annoyance. She did realize that the Bearclaw valley as whole was too big for her to protect against intruders, but even the biggest fools had to realize that at least one, heavily marked corner with signs of "You are not welcome!" and "Beware!" everywhere, meant that they should not trespass. Even if there was a delicious and alluring corpse lying there.

By the time she reached the duo the kettle of frustration and anger was rattling and steaming loudly on the stove. She had no time to register that one of the two was her aunt Laurel, she simply picked the smallest target, who had his back turned to her. And without so much as a warning she lashed out and with bared teeth was prepared to take out a big chunk of Illiksis' butt. Nunataq had had it with the stragglers, vagabonds and plain nincompoops - this time she was prepared to butcher and scatter body parts around her reign. Let them see that she was not joking!