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The work as team, the dogs helping Tove to pull the ox off balance. White fangs flash and Viðarr brings the calf down, the metallic scent of blood, filling the air. The nebula wolf steps back, flicking her tongue over her lips to rid it of the excess blood. Chest heaves slightly from the run but Tove flashes a huge smile as the shadow commentis on a job well done. As they stand there catching their breath, the scent of blood heavy in their nostrils, a rustling sound comes from some nearby trees. Brows furrowing, Tove turns to inspect the brush and trees.

A grizzly bear bursts onto the scene, roaring loudly as it charges toward their kill. No! She will not allow this bear to take what they worked so hard to get! Putting her body between the dead ox and the bear, Tove lowers her head and scrunches up her scruff. Eyes narrow, eyes flatten as the nebula wolf readies to fight for what is rightfully theirs. The bear roars its outrage at the wolf that dares to defy it and Tove pulls her lips back to show her teeth in response. This bear is going down.


"Tove Baade"