To what do I owe the pleasure?

Enrico kept himself from hunching over the track with an effort of will. He was hard to spook, but a bear of any sort was no joke, and if his suspicions were correct this particular species of bear was as far from a grizzly as a grizzly from a black bear in levels of danger to wolves. Niente was a small pack. They had fewer warriors, fewer options strategically against a large and dangerous predator. He was relieved when Valdis appeared through the fog, and close behind her Asvor. No other warriors other than Valdis appeared, though, and Enrico took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Very well. He would hope that Asvor had some experience with battle, and perhaps Cepheus would put in an appearance. They could use another warrior to spread out the risk.

"Polar bear," he said tersely, with none of his usual smooth velvet in a voice gone taut with tension. He indicated the fuzzy bear print and the direction it had gone off to. "I know little about them, but we cannot allow it to remain within Niente's territory. Do either of you know what we can expect from it?"