apparently cows kill more people than wolves

He was ready to fight some more polar bears. He lost against Absinth in the raid, the smartmouth slave had him on edge and he was not having a great time without Mom. And Dad... Ugh. He needed to tell Bas about Dad.

Maybe he'll drag a seal home for the lard he can use for ointments. He nosed the biting wind and noticed a wolf scent, polar bear, fish, seal, and of course the ever present gulls on the wind. Maybe if he ran into the other wolf they could help him take down a-

The sound of a pissed-off bear was unmistakable. His white ears narrowed in on the sound and made a beeline. The last time he found a pissed off bear it was making a meal of the girl who was currently pissing him off.

And the BASTARD had zeroed in on another target! Time to end this shit, he wasn't going to let a wolf eating polar bear live another day. He knew it was the same one from the scar he left on the beast's armpit.

The bear moved to chomp the girl with its teeth when Oleander ran through the snow like the wind and ricocheted off the side its face with a snarl, unbalancing the ursine. Muscles rippling under his snow white fur he landed and pivoted back at the bear. This time aiming to grasp its throat as it stumbled and swiped at the air.

"Speech!"