Uncle Boris Hates Bears!

Natha's focus was momentarily distracted as she tried to pick up the sound she'd heard earlier. Her experiences thus far in Boreas had her alert for predators. The eruption of the volcano meant the scattering and destruction of prey and the surviving predators were all competing for remaining prey. She didn't consider herself prey but a larger predator would have no qualms in making a snack out of her.

"Natha!

She leapt straight into the air in surprise, her claws snagging onto the tree and holding her there. She'd been so focused on sleuthing out the mystery sound she'd forgotten about her little tag along. She sighed then glanced down at the pup. She sprang down and landed elegantly on all four feet. "Shouldn't you run home now, little one? This place-" She didn't get that much farther when a massive white form darted forward. A young polar bear charged the duo it's fangs diving down to try and seize Natha who scrambled to the side just missing the bear's bite. "Get up the tree!" She screeched to the younger wolf. Her call caught the bears attention and as it dove for her she raked her claws across its delicate nose, sending it shuffling backwards and crying in pain.