Hideaway Strath There Are Monsters

Bear.
That was a bears desperate call.
It should be hibernating. What was it doing? Has one caught it on a rare amble outside and managed to piss it off enough to lure it home. Why? Who?
He'd fallen from his duties. Left the pack under Kynareth's rule.
He couldn't bear the burden anymore. The fear of having to drag the pack into a war, pulling them through it, and ending up with blood on his hands.
He'd settle as a Blade just fine. At least for a while.
To focus on Arlette.

She wasn't with him right now. Shit. He pulled himself up from the softer snow onto the frost hardened surface and spurred into a sprint.
He didn't know who was in trouble yet. If there were injuries. If his packmates were being mauled to death...
Whrist and Nyra sped through the trees, probably debating how to escape.
He huffed a growling bark. To distract the bear. A closer, easier target.

Derg was small, he knew the caches.
He had enough weight and training to land a few bites if needed.
He drove closer, hoping the bear would stop and turn to him. He snapped his teeth at it's hind.
Not them.
If he could lead it to a cache, it might stop and fuck off again.
A loss of what little food they had was better than losing their numbers.