Moonspear Let's go in the garden

Every blade of fur on her body stood on end when the bear swung in her direction and took several steps. She cringed, ready to run again, but then he stopped. Treepie blinked at him, then slowly rose and straightened her legs.

A wiser wolf might have seen the presence of such a formidable beast as a sign to follow her father away from this place. But the thought sent a ripple up her spine, which turned to steel. She wouldn’t let anything chase her from this mount.

She tipped her chin ever so slightly, a silent nod of respect to the grizzly. Her pulse throbbed in her throat as she waited to see what he might do next.