Wapun Meadow quick silver

The sooty gray male was full of surprises. This stranger had given up heeding the looming threat of the bear in which he had been so concerned about, and instead of taking the assistance of the Creek wolves, had thrown it away. Dovev had lapsed back into a cold exterior, tail waving leisurely from side to side. It was enough to know that this lone wolf was at fault, and the arctic brute had faded into a serenely cold expression upon his face. Had this creature been inside any pack, Dovev would've responded to the blatant challenge with a lunge, aiming to bowl the cocky loner onto his back. But his packmate had already taken the bait, and controlled the situation. He would assist her with anything, including the fight, as it was no rank challenge. But the earthy-hued female directed him take care of the bear. That he would do.

Leaving Falwasi's side, the alabaster warrior trotted around the stranger, feeling strands of grass pushed away by his legs. By then, a growl was strumming from his mouth. Dovev took up a position farther along the treeline, in sight of the bear. He would try to coax the bear farther into the forest using a snap-and-dash technique, hoping to push her into a run. It was a risky move by himself, and he relied on the knowledge that the bear was merely investigating and had little to stand up and fight for.