Sea Lion Shores the bear truth

Observing the dark colored wolf from a far distance away, the black bear squinted at the sight of it hunting. The advantage of being a pack animal, and this little lady was still picking off the small fries. Still, her technique roused his curiosity. Though perhaps, had he stomped on a few bird spines he figured they would end up more like feathery pancakes. Hers were a bit more put together, though limp was he watched her placed them down and pause. Whatever she was hesitating about Jackson didn't seem too concern with, taking it as his cue to come closer.

A few mutts gathered together might have had him considering other options, but he was sure she was alone, the smell of wolf on this spit of land only existed as a faint wisp of a reminder. He approached boldly, a long grunt winding from his throat as he sauntered forward seeing if she would tuck her tail between her legs and flee all nicelike.