Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

on they surged, harrying the elk to what would be his eventual deathbed in a thicket of juniper and pale snow. Astara kept pace, albeit slowly — while her packmates landed hits one after another.

soon they clung to the elk, driving him deeper into panic and pain; a few more stumbles, astara surmised, and his life would be over and their bellies full.

she pulled forward in one last attempt to cause the bull to falter; a show of fangs near the side merrick clung to. the bull’s sides heaved and thick wreaths of pale smoke blew from his nostrils like a forge; soon that spark would be doused by the might of Ursus and the wolves of the bruinwood would feast.