Takin it high up

Dûrion moved, less than gracefully, towards the scent of the prey he had caught a while back. His brother was likely about somewhere, he wasn't worried. Boden would call if he needed him. Large clawed paws met the earth and his size helped to eat the ground between him and his quarry.

Upon arrival he could see a canine and some sort of contraption. His pace slowed to a stop at the edge of the ridge. A hum of thought given and a quiet click of his teeth. He was unbothered by the wolf and more interested in the food options. He'd smelled these ungulates miles back and like any good bear followed the scent up here. The wolf was of little concern to him, unless it ruined his chance at a good meal for him and his brother.