A scuffle and a talk

Life had gotten stagnate for the nebula woman since her brother Bodin had died. The bears had left scars on her, their merciless attacks laying her low… yet she had lived. Bitterness had settled in her soul when she had awoken back in the band’s camp, wounds stitched together but her heart a broken mess. They didn’t know what to do or how to help her so Tove had taken to wandering as soon she was able to walk. She couldn’t stay still and, the further she went, the more predators she found. Each and every one was left dead in her wake and the meticulous stitches had torn. She never went back to the band, never got the jagged wounds tended to and they healed in their own, odd ways.

The older wolf stops to scent the air, the beautiful landscape around her, lost on the bitter woman. Tove finds what she is looking for, the scent of a bear and swiftly moves to intercept it. It isn’t alone, an earthen-hued male is locked in attack with it, and she barely spares the taller wolf a glance. Pink scars litter her face and shoulders but Tove does not seek to add any more to her collection. Her attack is calculated, the nebula-clad woman only rushing in when the other wolf mounts the bear’s shoulders. Blue and red form breaks away from the rocky terrain she had been hiding against, legs pulling her forward swiftly until she is under the bear’s neck.

Body launches upward, teeth flashing as she growls loudly and opens a wound on the side of polar bear’s neck. It roars and Tove backs away, teeth bared and ready to kill this predator.


"Tove Baade"