Verdant Basin Dodgeball

The sound of another approaching was quick to catch his attention. Nose wrinkled at the scent of canine, large dark eyes moved to spot the creature.

How odd it was to see one approach so willingly, but the bear carried no grudge. The winter approached, now was not the time to risk injury. He knew very well that a single wolf could be easily dealt with, but damn did those little claws hurt.

For a moment he questioned if the canine may reside in the area - if it had left behind food for Chunk to scavenge through. Maybe he could beat them to it.