Otatso Wetlands eight

now i just gotta remember how to roll >.>

Bears. He glanced to his right where the female was standing, grinding his lower teeth a bit before answering. Wondering if Iqsi was more concerned about being approached than pursuing hunting, he decided to try and head her question off.

I've seen bears before, but not out here.
It was hard to tell Dovev had been wounded by such a beast if one didn't know where to look- but the telltale scars across his left hind-leg had created furrows under his pelt. The skin was pink underneath ivory fur, four long line of which the bear had dragged her claw across. He remembered his immobility that had followed him for a week or so, although the Creek's healer, Esperanza, had done a fair job of assisting their healing. He was lucky the clawmarks hadn't impeded his movement, but the memory of it all did further Dovev's hate for the shortsighted and dimwitted bear.

He walked along the trail for a bit, leading them along a long stretch of a pond's bank, the hills dotted with small aspens devoid of leaves.
I think if there were any threats out here, it'd be wolves, the male canted with a flick of his ear. The sky was beginning to sink into a slate gray, only allowing a minimal amount of pale yellow light to seep towards the ground.