Grouchy Grizzlies

The Warlord held back a grimace as he forced his settling step to be one of balance, and not a hobble. Being tossed by a bear wasn’t an experience he had sought after, but it was certainly a memory that would linger long after. The heavy set man would not forget lightly how easily he had been thrown by the Ursidae, every time he reluctantly faced off a heavy set predator, they always showed him something new.

He inclined his head once in understanding, he could understand defending her territory. He also would not stand such a threat close to his Armada. He had to have some respect for this woman he knew of only fleetingly. Taking on a bear was no easy mission, solo or duo. He certainly wouldn’t have sought one out with any less than four wolves.

He followed her gaze back to the bear, a frown to match her own. “Indeed, it isn’t the first angry predator who’s path I've crossed since the eruption.”