Moonspear it's simply unbearable

Wildfire liked to take her time and think things through before making decisions. She had done as much when pondering her move to Moonspear and she was doing the same now when it came to her trades. Both Naturalist and Warrior were on the chopping block now... but was it a good idea to drop two trades, just like that? Perhaps she should keep one or the other and just work really hard to make it relevant and suitable? On that note, her hunting endeavors were going surprisingly well. If things kept up in that department, she might have to add Gamekeeper to her repertoire. Her father would be proud.

A series of noises scattered her thoughts like leaves on the wind. Wildfire snapped to attention, narrowing her eyes and leaning forward to focus on the sounds. That doesn't sound good... she thought in the instant before she hastily jumped down from her perch on an overhang and began running down the mountain. As she went, a scent filled her nose. She didn't recognize it but it made the red ridge of fur along her spine stand on end.

When she burst onto the scene, Wildfire froze to ascertain the situation. "Charon!" she blurted unhelpfully when her eyes clapped upon the bear. It was huge. Did her aunt really fight these things? If so, how did she survive?! Her heart broke into a sprint and she experienced a very strong impulse to flee but she neither wanted to leave her Alpha to die, nor condemn herself as a rubbish fighter for all time.

Swallowing her fears, the youth leaped to her comrade's flank to face the threat beside him. Her lips wrinkled back from her teeth and she puffed out her fur, trying to look larger. She felt like a mouse compared to the towering ursine. But she hoped that the pair of them might prompt the bear to reconsider an attack, even if they didn't scare him (her?) outright.