Moonspear Fattening Up.

His son's call was clear and concise, one word ringing out above the trees: Bear. Of course, Killdeer was there without a second thought.

The burly piebald man skidded to a halt alongside Bridget and Nashua, staring down upon the lumbering mass of dark flesh before them. He frowned, cocking his head, then turned to his packmates with a slow shake of his head.

He didn't trust the bear here—not even to winter.

We have to chase it off, Killdeer reckoned, and called again for @Sialuk and @Alaric — in case his summons for more wolves frightened the bear away by that initial holler.