Not Quite Bear Season...

It didn’t take long after that for the black bears to decide they had had enough. Turning tail, the bears tore off across the field in search of easier prey shaking out his coat, and watching their departure, Mercury reflected on the dangers of winter's end. Certainly a lot of hungry predators roamed at this time of year.

Turning his attention to the yearling, Merc grinned. “Good job grabbing the paw, that was quite a move” he applauded the younger wolf. “I’m Mercury, and I live a little to the North of here” he explained. Nodding his head in the general direction of the north.


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