Tornadic raced to the front of the den with his tail raised to stand beside his larger brother. “See something Viceroy?” He asked with a wide grin. They were after all brothers, just like his dad and uncle, and like the two brothers that ruled the pack Tornadic and Tyto stood above the rest of their litter. Or at least in his mind they did.
“Maybe it’s a bear” He said with a distinctly malicious chime. Their dad had told them he fought bears all the time, and had even fought one with their mother. “Get the bear!” He cried before he clumsily charged toward the dawn discoloration in the snow bank