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Fighting came naturally to the small she wolf, but she had been engaged in battle since she was born. Life was a fight that you had to take on, else you’d end up dust. Pyrite had to assume the boy was the same, he held that fighter’s spirit and the two of them worked well together against the invading beast.

Pyr’s attention had to be focused on the bear, this was a literal life and death situation. One she would have avoided if she was on her own in the wild northern lands. There was no reward to chasing off a bear when you held no land of your own, but here the pack was worth protecting. Their resources and their young were worth fighting for. Something Pyrite hadn’t ever really felt before.

So working together, dodging dangerous blows and returning their own when they could, the strange pair began to back the bear out of the territory. The creature had thought itself the biggest baddest thing in the woods, but was swiftly corrected as its blood began to stain its thick dark fur, and retreat became a much easier option. With a few more convincing bites, the bear did turn tail. He wouldn’t be back, Pyrite was certain of that,