This didn't go to plan

While he sat there trying to catch his breath, the small form of one of his cousins appeared. He didn't know the wolf well, but he was attempting to learn the names of all in his pack. The pale form and markings gave this one away. “Ollie” he said, voice a little rough. He hadn't expected anyone to stumble upon him out here.


He dragged his front half up a little and turned so that the young wolf could see the scrap down his side from the bear's claws. “Tried to wrestle with a polar bear.” He explained with a sigh, one that turned into a slow grin. “If you drag the body back for me, you can have half the coat in trade.” A valuable gift, considering how rarely a wolf went against the dangerous predators.