Not Quite Bear Season...

He walked through the field. A large, crumbling building in the distance. Curiosity angled him closer to it, and the fading scent of pack left questions on his mind. Who had lived here, and where had they gone? He might have missed the bears himself, if he hadn’t suddenly heard the sounds of huffing and growling. He turned this way and that, trignaliating the sounds in the long grass, before seeing the faint patches of fur that helped to lead him forward.

Going towards the danger instead of away (no one ever accused him of being wise) he would find the two black bears, and the wolf they sought to harass. A colourful yearling, staring down the danger. Mercury stepped closer, watching the scene unfold as the bears stalked closer to the wolf. Under the cover of the sound of their huffing and footsteps, he prowled closer. When the wolf rushed in, so did Mercury. Aiming for the other bear, the older wolf snapped his jaws against a powerful leg.


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