Blood On The Air

*Gilgamesh* · 09-16-2021, 06:24 AM

The northern regions of Boreas had been blanketed in rolling drifts of snow. Too thick, too deep, and too frozen for anyone to survive in. Pushed by the constant blowing of wintry storms, Gilgamesh took to finding solace elsewhere. While his dense fur could withstand most conditions, the weather had pressured him into moving south just for the time being. What little relief he could find from the digging fingers of hypothermia, he would take.

Not having seen a single soul in quite a while, his paws trekked through the snowy plateau as the storm raged. Wind and snowflakes buffetted his medium-sized frame as his chin tucked closer to his chest. Making his way inward, he paused suddenly. Both ears flew forward as a loud bellow rang out amid the howling winds. Lifting his head, he peered into the swirls of white. Twitching his nose, taking in any scent that flew to him, four different ones finally made their way to him. Three canines, only one that he could recognize as a wolf, and one that smelled awfully like a bear. Interested, he saw three darker dots ahead of him and through the whipping winds, a trail of blood.

His sight was minimal, but he headed in the direction of the group. As he made his way closer, the blood became more evident. Little wisps of scent tickled his muzzle as he searched with his yellow eyes. It was then, in that brief moment, the storm hesitated. Whistling winds died down and before him, raising up on its back paws, was a giant polar bear. Standing as tall as a tree, thicker than any redwood he'd seen before, the bear swiped at him. Bellowing loudly toward him, Gilgamesh snarled in response. Seeing the blood that trailed from its haunches, it had to be in some sort of pain. This had to be the creature the other three were tracking.

Standing his ground in front of the great bear with its paws swiping angrily at him, Gilgamesh howled to get their attention. As the storm began to wind back up, the bear landed back on all fours, pressing closer to him. It wanted to move on, away from the group, but he wasn't about to let that happen. Darting between paw swipes, Gilgamesh snapped toward the bear's face.

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