tell a truth most dire

The leggy boy isn't alone with the bear for long, much to his relief. These are odds he likes far better, hackles going up as three strangers close in with him. The scent of the polar bear had been enough to attract attention, and Wake wasn't about to complain. Rushing the beast, jaws snapping, hackles up-- perfect.

With two wolves at the bear's rear, Wake is content to remain in front of it. Dancing backwards as a pale paw swipes for him, narrowly missing his shoulder. Ha, foul beast! As the bear recoils, Wake strikes. Going straight for the beast's neck-- no use wasting precious time, right?


WAKE UP