Sunset Valley bear that keeps to his own line

She was crouching some yards off, settling in for a chilly half hour of observation. She’d seen a bull with a broken horn lumbering, once a vision of power, who likely sired many calves. Now he was grizzled with jerky strides and health in steep decline. This would be her kill—
But the herd quickly erupts into wild uproar and confusion! Blowing, grunting, circling around until pushed into countless directions! Ayovi finds herself shooting to her paws, looking out over the drifts in heaving exasperation!
There, controlling the herd were two darker silhouettes, neither she could discern at such a distance.
But the hunt was on, and the huntress could not lose track of this band. To the northward pursuit her swift race does run, lengthening strides to cover more ground, streaming tail acting as her silver rudder. She bears down upon the hunters, weaving from snowbanks, flying into the fray.
Closer now... close enough—