Balls of fluff

Her answer surprised him. His brow rose further, eyes widening slightly before he chuckled. The sound vibrated through his chest, a deep guttural noise, lips pulled back in a grin, she was bluffing…right? That small thing couldn’t take on a bear…then again, she had a pack…a pack could take on a bear even one of his size or larger. As his humor faded, “by your teeth, or many?” He asked, he simply had to know, did she kill it on her own or did she have help.

It was uncommon for bears to speak to wolves, they typically stole their pups or their kills, but they rarely- if ever- asked for help. Perhaps that was what separated Tornjak from others of his species, while he didn’t enjoy asking for help he wasn’t above it either. Her question held an obvious answer, his rather short temper immediately pulling up a snappy response, but he pushed it down. Be nice to the wolf, maybe she will cooperate. He silently reminded himself. Instead of a snappy response, he merely nodded.

She asked where he’d seen his brother last and he hesitated, pondering the question. Where had he seen him last? It would have been between here and the Redwood Forest… it had to be. They had parted ways to try and find better hunting grounds to survive the winter. “By the big tree forest.” He didn’t know they were special trees, he only knew they were huge. “Mother had told us about how the ocean ices over near the big boat, but with wolves there we were trying to avoid hunting on the ice.” He would speak plainly; it was possible the bear that she’d killed was his brother. Perhaps he hadn’t found anything south and had tried his chances near the boat…where the pack lived. Maybe his brother was an idiot.



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