Toil and trouble

Alaric stay to the forest that lined the fjord. He dared not venture out further closer the edge due to the steep rocky Cliff side. It would be a death wish and he was not going to tempt death anymore than he had too. That was, until the white wolf caught glimpse of a angry bear. A bear that seemed far behind on the calories it was packing for winter. A winter that would, in desperation, target a line wolf for a meal. Alaric softened in his place, his tail raise to the sky. He let out a warning snarl and the bear returned the gesture. Alaric knew there be no way out without a fight. "Fuck it." He whispered under his breath and went charging towards the bear. His black maws splayed open as the bear raised itself to its hind leg. Alaric attempted to swerve to the side and catch it in the ribs. His maws locked down onto its target successfully, Knocking the bear back on its balance. He was playing dirty. He wasn't sure if anyone would come to his aid.