bear necessity

Tyrian was taking a stroll through the Orchard to assess what kind of harvest they were going to get this year. The pack had no claim to the land so rogues and foreigners were free to come and take as they saw fit, which meant the booze makers of Fireside would have to be fast if they wanted a good haul. Jupiter was still kind of mopey so Tyrian, even though he wasn't interested in making any drinks, was trying to drum up interest in his nephew. The obstinate man was difficult to light a fire under, but he was doing his best. Call it an olive branch, if you will.

He paused when the sounds of a challenge echoed through the Orchard. To investigate or nah. On the one hand it wasn't any of his business. On the other, this close to the border it could be one of his wolves. Investigating it was, then. The young King moved towards the noise at a languid pace. He wasn't too concerned. The vast majority of his wolves (particularly the ones inclined to get into fights) knew how to handle themselves. If they needed help - and that was a big if - they wouldn't need much.

His blood went cold as he caught sight of tiny Lachlan squaring off with a bear. Fuck. The bear was between him and Lachlan which worked to his advantage. If he was lucky it wouldn't hear him approach. Tyrian raced forward and sought to slam his shoulder into the bear's left ass cheek while simultaneously raking his canines across its lower back. His goal was to startle it and spin it around. Black bears were cowards. Once it realized it had two wolves to deal with - one of them huge - Tyrian was confident it would give up the fight.