A scuffle and a talk

The earthen-hued male bites into the back of the bear’s neck and Tove appears to open a wound along the side of the angry polar bear’s neck. She backs away, not turning her back on the large beast, as her lips pull back and a growl rumbles out. It sounds rough, gravely and her vocal chords ache from being used. The unknown wolf leaps off the bear’s shoulders, landing on the ground to wheel about and face the beast.

The great creature hesitates, looking between the wolves and Tove uses the bear’s uncertainty to rush forward. Her face and shoulders may be littered with scars but the nebula wolf does not seek to add anymore to her collection. She darts in, dodging an errant swing from the alarmed bear and launches herself upward to grab at the wound she had already opened. It tears further, jagged edges flapping as the injured creature throws it head back. Tove is already gone, racing backward to get out of range before going in for the killing blow.

"Tove Baade"