Hideaway Strath There Are Monsters

Alas, the Hellhound followed suit. Long and spidery limbs taking a quickened pace best they could within the deep snowfall. Still, the snow came, more and more. Never seeming to end. It drowned out whatever plant life had remained for the herbalist. It snuffed out the scents of prey, long since safety tucked away in their burrows. But if they prey were to survive, they would have to go out and look for food too, right? Hemlocke had hoped so, hoped to feed his hungry pack-mates with what little he could, but Nyra's call demanded his attention elsewhere and so he followed to it.

Then Whist's call, panicked, desperate.  His movements were made quicker until the thin and sheer footed male was prancing over the snows quicker then he could sink into them. Quick at the heels of Zsuzsa did the shadow come. He stops as she continues, her attention placed on the bear which Nyra was already attacking. Alas, a good group was after a second bear and then a third, to himself. Hemlocke would not attack him, not alone and felt no need to if the third bear decided not to intervene.

Alas so, Hemlocke joined the night wolf, Zsuzsa and his white wraith Harbinger. He does not move in for a bite, though using his limberness and quick movements to dance in front of the face of the bear. To mock bite and move left and right, to draw her attention whilst his pack mates attacked.