Just a bear thief

Food was often on Tarnish's mind these days, especially as he dove more and more into hunting. Now nine months old he continued to wander farther from the raiders base camp, trying to get a sense of prey in various areas and what his options were. Today he strolled the Sea's Plain. It didn't take him long to find interesting prey, in particular a large lizard sticking to a tree. It bobbed its head up and down and Tarnish slunk down onto his belly, his black coat and eyes blending immaculately with the shadows there. He was so focused on the lizard he almost didn't notice the brown bear appear on the other side of the tree til it had stretched up it and started digging in a hollow. Well shit…. Tarnish froze. He wasn't expecting to get in a fight but with a little luck maybe the bear would scoot on by and he could get his lizard…. well fuck… he watched the lizard scramble higher into the tree.

At that moment a yearling appeared and yelled at the bear. The bear turned and took a step back, nearly stepping on Tarnish's tail. "You shithead!" He yelled. The bear looked down and Tarnish sprang up at it, furious at almost having been stepped on as well as losing his lizard. Claws out he furiously climbed the bear like it was a tree. It roared and twisted to get at him but he anchored himself between its shoulder blades like a stubborn tick, just out of reach.


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