Oh deer

As the bear began to weaken, the smaller Syndicate wolf leaped for its throat, tearing until another large wound dripped blood. Quickening its death as it struggled weakly and collapsed at their paws. Excellent. A bear pelt, and a deer to bring home. Perhaps this day wasn’t so terrible after all.

As he licked the blood from his chops, he heard the mournful cry of a bear, and his eyes shot forward. To where a bear looked at the dead kill at their paws, and then to them. With a cry of rage, it suddenly charged at them. Flare swore, and dove out of the charge of this bear. He just had to call it a good day, didn’t he?

Bear #2, 1/3

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