Random Mini Event: Tremor me Timbers

Dread's forehead wrinkled in the middle, thinking about his father's words. It's normal for the earth to shift, to settle. While uncommon in the north, he didn't seem entirely surprised. Dread had difficulty containing the surprise of his own, but that was... well, that was Dread. As long as it was alright, and everyone was safe, right? Safe-- shit. The yearling's eyes fell on the wolf at the mouth of the cave, one of his packmates. A man he didn't know well, but that didn't matter. Just a heartbeat behind Sirius, he leaps into action.

Mini-Sirius launches a similar assault to his father. Lacking cat claws of his own, Dread instead lashes out with his teeth. They gleam and shine in the afternoon sunlight, and he moves for the side of the predator's neck. Animated in the art of a fight, he clings to the creature's flesh. Growling deeply, the yearling is brassy in his show of aggression. He would help his father take the bear down, he would keep everyone safe. That's his job... right?

"Dread Fatalis"