A scuffle and a talk

Kotori was on the hunt still for proper members of his new pack.  Valta would be a power pack in time but he needed a foundation of strong members to help build it up.  Dad had given Kotori a good start and promise of at least one other Armada wolf to join him but Kotori hadn’t taken too much from his father.  How great would it feel if he only managed to claim his own land and set things up if he let dad’s gifts be the cause of success?  It was better to make sure most of the hard work was on himself and then on the members of the pack as he brought them together.

Kotori scented the air, looking for other wolves and then glancing behind to where he had left the rapids.  Taking a deep exhale of the frosty air he reminded himself not to stay away overly long.  He needed to be there if any unwanted wolves came to take what was his.

What Kotori scented in the air wasn’t another wolf but a polar bear, and he didn’t just smell it, the bear looked like nothing more than a mix of the rocky terrain and snow at first but as the future rug charged him it quickly become obvious.  Kotori snarled at the bear, shifting his shoulders in a good position as he waited.  When the polar bear was in range that it was lunging forward to hit Kotori the wolf finally broke position to swing wide, leap on top and take a bite onto its neck and twisting his head to do what damage he could fast.

"Kotori Fatalis"