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Tove sees the shift, not in the dogs or the bear but in Viðarr. An anger, deep, boiling, all consuming fills the shadows eyes. The bear is met with teeth and claws. Three pairs of each, three times the death. Righteous indignation, protective fury… Viðarr is rage cloaked in the skin of a wolf. For a moment, Tove is stunned as the hulking shadow attacks the bear. The huge bear dogs and black wolf moving together… a team in every sense of the word. Still, the nebula cloaked wolf needs to be useful, has to prove that she worthy of this protection.

White dipped paws move swiftly, bringing Tove up beside the downed bear. White teeth flash forward as she grabs one of the bear’s paws and thrashes her head. It roars in pain, anger, and confusion but Tove doesn’t let go. Teeth grind and rip at the paw, mutilating the deadly appendage. This grizzly will never hurt anyone again.


"Tove Baade"