Grouchy Grizzlies

The ruckus hadn’t just drawn the male’s companions… Aelloshir had been hot on her trail, cursing under his breath about his young charge slipping his watch again. He arrived just as the black made his killing blow, and even as the male was thrown clear, the big cat was by his charge’s side again, fluffed out and growling even as the bear sank to the ground, throes turned to twitching.

He checked the woman over subtly, glared at her – which she ignored – before nodding to the other companions and eyeing the other wolf suspiciously. Aurielle, meanwhile, studied the slowly stilling bear until it stopped moving altogether before she crossed to the other wolf and gave him a cursory once-over with her eyes, still remaining at a respectful distance.

She’d seen the man at a distance in the past, back when Ashen had settled in and Valhalla had kept a close eye on the new neighbors, assessing the level of threat they might pose. However, his scent said Alpha, and Ashen’s border then had not borne his mark in such a fashion.

“Do you require any medical assistance?” Her query was simple, with no tone of conspiracy or deceit. It had been no calculated move to help him—merely instinct and a worry that a bear left alone might come to bring trouble to her pack. She hadn’t a clue he was a high-ranking wolf when she swooped in.

Her own stance was that of her rank, an elegant readiness and alertness to the surroundings, just in case anything else decided to pop out at them. She hadn't forgotten the day she'd helped Eldi.

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