Nothing personal, but I do want your fur

The scent of a polar bear near the pack’s borders have not gone unnoticed by the red woman. It is difficult to miss the musk that the huge, lumbering white creature leaves in its wake and, if Ruga had not wanted its pelt, Keahi would have already been at work chasing the beast from their lands. But he did want it and the tropical born wolf had decided to help him gather the materials… and maybe flex her fighting skills a little.

Polar bear armor is firmly in place as Keahi strolls with Ruga to where the great predator lumbers. Her own dagger is in place against her foreleg and she grins mischievously at the tall blacksmith as she whispers back, “Let’s do this.” Ruga creeps forward and the red woman breaks off, moving to position herself in front of the bear to strike it once the red man has its attention.

The fight kicks off and, as the bear turns its attention to the wolf attacking its hind legs, Keahi launches herself forward. Sprinting up and into the beast’s space, she leaps up to grab a sizeable chunk of fat and fur and swiftly removes it from the polar bear’s neck. Landing, she rushes back out of the bear’s attack range to ready for the next round of attacks.


"Keahi Mogotsi"