Coming back around again

Hunting with Anthea was almost seamless, and certainly enjoyable. He was happy for her to take the lead in carving their prey. He grinned as he watched her work - or begin to, and then stop. He heard it too. His eyes turned to the woods, and he tilted his head with a frown. They were only two wolves far from pack lands, with a fresh kill at their paws. But still, the audacity of a predator to attempt anything…

He shifted body language subtly, taking a defensive position in front of Anthea. When the bear ambled into view, he bared his fangs. Rolling them aggressively over his fangs. A glance at Anthea told him she was taking her cue from him. Stay, or flee? Perhaps he was foolish, but he would not relinquish her kill easily. Anthea needed this, it gave her time to make her decision. He took a step forward, his stance low and centred. A warning. He was telling the bear he wouldn’t give up the okapi without a fight.

"Speech"