Moonspear Fattening Up.

A call sounded out - one that sounded nearly familiar. The bear paused his actions, head lifting to search for the source. When nothing was spotted, he returned to his dig.

It was expected, the scent of wolf was strong, but that did not mean he would not attempt to stay. After all, he recognized it from the small canine at the lake.

He knew very well that the tolerance of one would not equate to the whole however. If conflict were to arise, he would move on. Going into the winter wounded would not be ideal.