Great Bear Wilderness under construction from conception to death

eyes rapt to that gristly phantasm, arcturus moved to the water's edge with his tail hiked over his hips.

he knew not the beast's affiliation, nor his past with ying. in this moment, his mind's eye was clouded by a sense of fear of the unnatural (for what else was that bloodied rag which his face barely held onto?) and an overwhelming sense of testosterone-fueled guardianship.

ying was gliding towards the bank; arcturus' gaze never left the mangled beast, what was left of it. he issued another low growl, this time his fangs bared and muzzle lowered as he told the monster to come no closer.