Moonspear Fattening Up.

Bridget heard the call and came running, panic thrumming behind her usual crisis calm. If someone was injured then she would be there; that was her first priority. She assumed the call was the announcement of an attack.

Instead, she arrived to nothing. It took her a moment to internalize the scene, but when she did, it took all of effort not to break into a smile at the release of tension. Was that all!

Hey, it’s alright. What’s going on? She saw the bear, a ways off, but it seemed to be slowing down for winter. As long as they made sure to steer clear of it as it foraged, Bridget didn’t see the harm, as it would sleep most of the winter through. Still, her voice was serious, prepared to hear the younger wolf out.