tell a truth most dire

Sloan is minding her business. Resting atop a knoll beneath a tree, she huddles around herself for warmth. Paws tucked and tail resting over her nose, she watches the snowfall. Little flakes twirl around and down from the heavens, leaving a blanket on the ground that tells more than what one expects. She sees the large prints heading away, but pays it no mind. As long as she wasn't the target, she didn't need to be concerned.

Until a very loud and angry bellow bursts through the silence. Scrambling to her paws, Sloan looks around herself, quickly spotting the large white bear quickly engaging with three youngsters. Letting out a foggy sigh that curls around her muzzle, she gives her head a defeated shake before taking off. Three wolves might have been capable of deterring a polar bear, but one more wouldn't hurt.

Sliding up toward the front of the bear, Sloan barks loudly in its face. Distracting it from the others, dancing barely out of its swiping distance, she'll let them do all the dirty work for now.