Mama Bear And Baby Bear Were... Oh Shit

Duel-toned eyes watch the mother bear with wariness. Tove does not want to hurt her or the cub, she just would like them to move on. Apparently, the gray male has other ideas. He appears behind the cub and bites its throat, causing Tove’s mouth to fall open and the mother to turn her ire on him. Okay, it was useful but still… the bear begins to charge her fighting companion and she races after it, carefully jumping up onto its back and latching onto the bear’s scruff. Growling, Tove twists her head, trying not to do too much damage but still enough to gain the creature’s wrath. It begins to wiggle in an attempt to rid itself of the troublesome wolf that is riding her back.

"Tove Baade"