Well Butter My Bears and Call Me A Fool

*Naiche* · 09-09-2020, 06:31 PM

Naiche was doing one of his favorite things, exploring. The river churned with life, both from the wind and the fish that boldly leapt out to grab suicidal bugs that landed on top of the water. A large bird with legs hardly bigger than twigs stood in the water, one eye peering in its depths as it waited for its own bit of food. A turtle dunked underwater, leaving little ringlets of water where it once was

Pan was in a tree relatively close, the little Sunda pangolin was a new companion and one he was pleased to have. It was quiet and seemed content to do its own thing in the vicinity he was in. Last Naiche checked it was having a meal from some ants that were holed up in a rotten portion of the tree.

Naiche was just thinking of another attempt at hunting for fish when he scented something familiar. Yes, he remembered well what bear smelled like. It was a good thing to avoid if no reason to fight. His intention was to walk away from the smell when he heard a wolf calling out from where the bear scent was. No scent of the armada around, and so no reason to risk his life.

He kept walking a few more steps away as his mind pointed out how things had worked with the prior bear. What was the wolf’s odds alone? That was on that wolf, not Naiche. Was he scared of it? Naiche froze in place, defiantly confirming of course he wasn’t scared he just saw no reason to risk his life for someone not of his pack.
“Moons and stars,” Naiche growled softly, turning around and loping the short distance to where the fight would be. If it was too dangerous, he wouldn’t fight, but if this other wolf was decent at fighting then Naiche could sharpen his skills fighting bears. Naiche wanted to do better than he had the first time the lanky wolf had faced a bear. “Pan, catch up!” Naiche heard the odd scaley companion drop itself to the ground and could imagine its odd run that was rather amusing when one had time to be amused.

Naiche almost howled to alert the bear that he was coming but its attention was fully on the wolf. The wheat-colored wolf only saw the legs of who he was about to help, the rest was hidden from his sight by the wall of muscle that was the bear. Naiche pushed for top speed, leaping up to bite at the bears arm. He had no plans to stay attached and as the bear swung around to fling his other clawe’d hand at him Naiche let go, glancing at who he was fighting with even as he took up a fighting position about a 90 degree angle from the other wolf. This was going to be fun!
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