by the skin of our teeth

Since his first trip to collect obsidian from near the volcano hadn’t worked out for him the first time, he decided to give it another go. Keeping an eye out for bears, and reasoning that he couldn’t be that unlucky twice he stepped out of pack lands. Near the base of the volcano, he found a glint of something shiny and black. Bending down, he examined the rock, before storing it in the small bag he had pilfered from the packs stores.

He just needed one more piece to get on with crafting, but before he could look around for another, he heard the sound of something large eating. He paused, flattening his ears as he moved carefully through the rough terrain. Looking for the source of the sound… there. Okay, so there was no doubt. This was Grizzly territory.

He was about to turn and leave when the Grizzly paused in its eating, looking first at something to the side - Strai followed it’s gaze, and realised another wolf had stopped to sightsee - and then forward, towards him it dropped it’s meal and let out a threatening growl.


"Speech"