Nova Peak Betta

The noise! The damned noise!

Heimsætur grunted angrily into his hold of the whelp’s tail. It screamed and moaned and cried into the snow. The other whelp stirred beside the rock. Its blood smell had woken something within the world eater. He was hungry and he did not plan to leave the mortal world until he had satisfied that hunger. Sleep would wait. Heimsætur would be sated.

The wolves were swift. Once the tail had been wrenched free of the red-naped one, it had taken off. The bear stared coldly at the blood trail it left. Heimsætur shook his head. The tail was nothing more than a prize. It did nothing to appease him.

The whelp that had been thrown had found its footing. The bear turned his dark eyes on the lean figure. It did not look substantial on its own. The other would be a necessity. Hunger clawed from within.

Both bleeding wolves raced from him. Heimsætur did not hurry to follow. Their bloody trail would provide enough for him to track. Nose to the ground, the bear pursued on heavy paws.