Overture Downs long live the king

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they hadn't even settled in a day before calamity hit. while rifling through ferns just outside of the hollow's reach, indra had heard the furious bellow of the bear. it was a sound that made her heart lurch -- she might have turned around to warn those of the hollow were it not for the call that came thereafter.

forced into gear by something that could only be described as fearful territorial instinct, indra flew through the forest and came late upon the scene. a bloodied unknown wolf. the crumpled form of the leader. wolves milling, wolves snarling -- and the bear.

the bear.

indra had only seen arthur, bearclaw's sleepy resident -- and this bear was in no way shape or form made of even the same cloth. it was hellish, fervent and terrifying - her hair stood on end to witness the stupid-hate of its black eyes, the gleam of sinister teeth.

it had swung towards two wolves, and then it was driven back by a barricade of fangs. indra stumbled into action, falling behind treason as a physical bulwark to the she-wolf's aggressive chasing. overcome by adrenaline, indra ran alongside the wolves with blood pounding heavily in her ears, snarling and nipping at the bear's furry hocks as they drove it deeper into the hinterlands.