things can really get rough when you go it alone

”Roan! The bear!” Dapple’s voice filled his inky ears as the bulky titan raced over the sand towards his sister. Their quarry was an old cave bear, they’d recently heard it had quite the taste for wolf. The silver marked beast had been appalled when he’d heard it had stolen some pups from a den. He and his sister were determined to end it.

The sibling pair tracked it into the desert and were now making an attempt to draw it from the cave. Dapple had been the first to take it into her sights and she sought her brother’s presence. The bear was more aggressive than either of them had anticipated. Right out of the gate it charged after the silver woman as Roan brought in back up.

The two of them trained together since they were cubs and their movements were practiced and easy. However, their opponent was anything but. The creature was violent and unpredictable. It was playing for keeps and fully intended on killing both wolves that harassed it. Neither of which were able to get in a good hit as they dodged its massive blows. They danced with danger, and with one wrong move the battle would quickly come to a bloody finish.

Roan was slashed in his face, hard enough that his huge body was sent flying into the sand beyond. Blood quickly soaked the sand around him. He was blinded by the liquid and the hit, after a few blinks a bright light over took his vision and He saw no more.

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Pain laced through his body but Roan did not cry out. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see. The air was cold and silent, the sun long since dipping beyond the horizon. The man was confused as his whereabouts when the days events came rushing back to him. With a horrific realization he called out to his sibling. ”Dapple?!” His voice was harsh and filled with dread. He couldn’t get up, he couldn’t look around to confirm the dreadful thought that took hold when she didn’t answer back. Only a few lengths away lay his sister’s body. Cold, lifeless, and obviously consumed by the giant bear.