Bearclaw Valley Uncertain flame

Comin’ in a little late! But I thought he’d make an appearance. ;)

Hearing the commotion, Ulysses large, frilled ears perk up. Raising his head from the water he laps up, his brows furrow at the distinct sound of growls and yells. Droplets of liquid drip from his chin as his paws begin to carry him across the meadows and forests, beyond the ridge.

Upon his arrival, the navy wolf-dog walks in at, what seems to be, the worst time. A wolf covered in slate grey cowering at the bite of the raven female. At first thought, Uly frets about the pups that she still carries inside of her. Why would she fight? Is the question that irks him, though clearly he doesn’t know the female as well as the bear himself, he can’t say much besides that.

Twin moons then take to Merrick, in all his devious glory he instigates the heat within Ursus. Three wolves take to the flesh of the stranger, Ulysses knows not what they’ve done but he will not blindly kill anything unless given order or reason to. So he stands stall in the background and watches the horrid scene unfold, unsure of the strangers fate. He will stay here unless told otherwise.