its a kodiak moment

there was nothing she loathed more than someone telling her how to do things. Zola knew what to do when one was faced with battle. she took up spear and plunged it into their chest. she defeated them. she released their troubled spirit into the gods' embrace. though killing was something to be delicate about, the saber also knew how to handle life and death. if she did not kill this beast, she would not eat. she would have no warm pelt to line her den. she would have no crafting materials. she would have nothing of value to trade with. essentiality was a fact of life. just as maybe some day a larger beast would come along to claim her, she would claim this one for the sake of survival.

she knocked the bear's paw away with her own, getting easily frustrated it refused to accept its death with dignity. with a mighty yell, she raised the iklwa and shoved it deep in the bear's chest. the metal part did not break within, the spear remained strong. she had spent a full year tending to her weapon, and it did not fail her now. a weak paw swiped before her face before the beast was quelled. it landed with a thud, but the body stopped breathing almost immediately. she had hit the vital part - that's how she knew she had done her job. bloody with bear blood and her own, she stepped off the beast and turned to face the other wolf. her young body was breathing heavily, her surge gone.

he was safe though. Zola grunted, her spear still sticking out of the foreign beast, and sat. the usual stinging of wounds caused her to wince as she raised a paw to touch her face. "uthuvi..." she uttered, having no medication training. "devil beast. you fine? you good?" she added to the young man, raising a brow at him. her thick accent marked herself as a foreigner.

- - "Talking!" Walking. 'Thought/Others!' - -
3/3 fought a large predator (grizzly bear)
1/3 met a new wolf (eliphas)