The original intention had been to gather some herbs in her bag and return home when the scent of blood, meat, and the stink of bear filled her nose. Great, the beasts were pissy at best if you were in the vicinity and would cause nothing but a headache if you didn’t take care of them. When she happened upon it though, the damn thing was already after some other wolf. Maybe someone after the meat, or the original hunter… it mattered not. If left alive the bear would only serve to piss her off as she gathered more of what she needed. A nod to her Bobcat, Lark, and Rivin lowered her head. As she charged she heard a yelp. Shit, did the fucking thing get a hit on the other wolf? She’d slam her antlers into its side, digging into flesh and fat as Lark spun around toward the bear’s front and spat and swiped at it, keeping the bear’s attention so it wouldn’t turn to the red streaked girl as she dislodged her weapons.
"Speech,"'Thought.'
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
