Aresenn stood at the southern rim of the valley, his eyes squinting against the sharp, cutting wind that swept down from the icy cliffs. From this vantage point, he took in the full expanse of his surroundings, harsh and unforgiving as they were. His gaze lingered on a massive form prowling near the water's edge - a polar bear.

It was massive, its white fur blending in with the tundra landscape the valley had been turned into. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to having to deal with the apex predator … but it could be left unaddressed either. "Damn bear," Aresenn muttered under his breath, squaring his shoulders against the arctic blast. He began to descend down the narrow canyon path, picking his way carefully over the treacherous terrain slicked with ice. And just as he launched himself forward to close the distance between himself and the thread- he called for anyone nearby who was interested in pulling their weight.

"Aresenn Praetor"

There are just as many dangers as she'd expect this far north-- Iscariot could have predicted as much. Should have predicted as much. So many things that want so badly to eat her, to swallow her whole, to shred and rip and tear... but fuck it, so does she. She'll bite right back, and she's been having a good time doing it. Aresenn's call draws her attention-- another day, another danger. Another polar bear, it seems, has wandered too close. Poor fucker, flying too close to the sun. Coming too close, and Iscariot is quick to heed the call. Racing over the icy ground, blinking hard against the sunlight that reflected off it. Yup, that's a polar bear alright. Iscariot is quick to dive in, figuring the others wouldn't be long. Near-surgical precision as she gets after the bear's heels. There's probably too much joy in it for her. Whatever, girls just wanna have fun. "Riot"---"Kai"

Sloan was minding her business when the call rang out. Was this man always in trouble? Her mind sends her eyes rolling, a huff of foggy breath pluming from her nostrils. No better chance at proving herself than tangoing once more with an apex predator. Maybe if she got her blood pumping, she’d be in a better mood. That much was debatable. 

Making her way down the valley, running fast, and she’s bear bound, Sloan makes good time. Though both Aresenn and Riot are already attacking the behemoth, there’s still room for her to snag a piece as well. Her signature snarky smile falls in place over ivory striked lips as she rushes forward. 

Zipping around the bear, Sloan heads for the heel that Riot hasn’t snagged yet. Teeth sink into tendon, blood spraying from severed arteries. Ah yes, the warm coppery fluid spreading over her tongue was already making her feel better.

The water here in the polar sound has been filled with crazy creatures, many of whom come out of the water just to attack them. So, it is a breath of fresh air, so to speak, when Ezekiel catches the scent of a polar bear down along the shore line and hears the beckoning summons of Aresenn. White paws quickly and carefully trace their way down the canyon pass, rushing forward to where familiar wolves are attacking the stark white beast.

Riot and Sloan have already snagged its heels and Aresenn is keeping its attention, so the darker male decides to go for its side. Racing up around the side of the creature, Zeke strikes out its fatty side, teeth slicing through skin and fat with ease as he rakes the polar bear’s ribs. Blood stains its side, filling the air with the heady coppery scent that the man drinks in with great delight. A grin splits his blood covered lips as he dodges backward, remaining aligned with side while also avoiding any swinging paws that may come seeking his head.

The deadly dance is on.

"Ezekiel Saxe"

Aresenn made impact with open jaws, and not long after did the others descend. He latched onto the beast’s shoulder with relative ease. The polar bear roared, its bittersweet breath fogging the frigid air. He dug his claws into the snowy tundra, anchoring himself against the bear's thrashing body in a brute testament of his raw power. His muscles rippled under a coat as white as the snow, which now dyed red in patches from where they took their strikes.

The adrenaline coursing through his veins diminished everything else to a dull hum. The icy wind's sting against his face, the taste of metallic blood in his mouth, the furious roaring and grunting of the beast beneath him-- none of it really mattered. The world itself seemed to narrow down to the fight, to the primal dance of life and death that unfolded in the valley.

"Aresenn Praetor"

It is intoxicating, the dance, the blood, and the danger of engaging one so large and Zeke revels in every moment. He attacks its side, ripping open large wounds across the bear’s ribs as gleefully as a child opens a present on Christmas day. In its own way, fighting is a drug for him and this man will never stop seeking a dealer.

It roars and swats, grunts and stumbles and as they continue to attack, slowly bleeding the beast with the number of wounds they open while each ensuing attack made by Ezekiel is made with more abandon and delight. When a pain-fueled roar that rents the air he almost laughs out loud at the pain they are causing the beast.

With a dark grin, he returns to work, knowing that Kaino won’t want this shredded pelt and he thinks that she might be able to use it for scraps.

"Ezekiel Saxe"

With the help of the others, Sloan knows they’ll be able to take the large beast down. Her teeth sink into thick skin and tendon, the bear unable to lift the paw due to the distractions up front. She wondered why it wouldn’t collapse yet, really it was futile that it still attempted to fight. Blood pooled beneath them all, coating their faces as they continued to wear the bear down. Ripping away at the pieces that make it possible for the bear to stand, she yanks her head back, a victorious grin revealed around the sinew.