It was a quiet evening, at least for now. With spring having arrived, that brought new life of all species. Wolves would be birthing litters of pups, caribou and elk would birth calves, and mother bears would have cubs with them. The russet colored wolf padded through the trees, his good icy blue eye flickered upwards. This wood held trees that were especially tall, and glancing down at the trunks around his level, it wouldn't be very hard for a wolf to climb up one of them. His nose twitched as a scent wafted to his nose. Carrion.
He wasn't a very picky eater. Freshly killed or carrion that had been sitting around for days - he would eat whatever he could find. Food was food, and only a fool with pass it up if their stomach could handle eating it. He came across a partially eaten caribou carcass. It was a female, and he imagined the thing had been hunted down by some sort of predator. The scent of it's meat was overwhelming, and he couldn't resist slowly attempting to approach it.
A deep, rumbling roar all of a sudden hit his eardrums, and he whirled around to see a bear. A mother bear that was not too happy to have him close to her cubs and the kill with which she was feeding them with. Keeping his head parallel to his spine, his tail lashed back and forth and he widened his stance. He was never one to give up a kill so easily, and this bear brought a fighting challenge that he had been craving lately.
"La oss gjøre dette,"[norwegian: let's do this] he spoke with a smirk in his voice, more to himself knowing that bears couldn't understand wolves. The animal huffed heavily through its nose as she moved towards him. His heart pounding with excitement, he didn't waste much time - lunging, he attempted to sink his teeth into the bear's neck. He landed a blow at the base of her neck, but the mother bear brought up its paw and swiped at him, effectively knocking him away.
He rolled away, feeling a stab of pain in his shoulder, though the adrenaline pumping through his veins and his own pain tolerance rendered him able to snap up to his paws, facing the bear once again, planning his next move.
