Grouchy Grizzlies

The shimmering white Spirit gave no reaction to the black giant’s reaction to Loshir—after all, the big cat had come in the haze of battle, not swooped into the fray with her. Had the male attacked her companion, rather than backed down at his companion’s small signal, she would have done her damnedest to defend her companion.

The male declined her questioned offer of assistance, though she imagined his body might end up screaming from the impacts he’d gone through in the struggle—her own shoulder was slowly darkening with crimson, but a quick glance at Aelloshir told her that it wasn’t severe enough to require immediate care. If anything, she was mostly just heavily bruised, which she didn’t let on about.

A brief flicker of a smile flittered across her features at his blunt question—rueful amusement at herself. “Instinctive reaction, to be honest. A bear left to its own devices may bring trouble to my people and territories, and I’m not one to leave another wolf to possibly get killed by an angry bear.”

She shifted away from the male, turning to examine the dead bear with a frown. “The eruption sure has riled everything up that has teeth and claws…”

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