Bearclaw Valley oso

ancelin was driven into a shark's frenzy by the bloom of his wife's blood on the hot wind. 
they moved in ripping tandem, his cheek a matted mass of caked blood and torn, hanging flesh, fur smeared with saliva; the stranger jerked from ameline's trail and ancelin followed.
as the queen bellowed her rage, he remained silent, teeth aimed to cut down, to trip again, to drive him sideways, down, and the rage in the bearclaw was bleak and great.