Scare Valley

Gravitating toward the base of a tree, Zagan used its trunk to conceal him from the bear. Given his pelt colors, it was hard for him to blend in with his surroundings. And perhaps, that would be his downfall someday- another wolf suddenly appeared beside him, materializing from the underbrush and approaching him with an air of confidence.

Zagan’s surprised he didn’t hear her coming, but he didn’t show it on his face. He kept a cool, neutral expression as he glanced at her, performing a quick assessment to determine whether or not she was a threat.

She seemed interested in taking on the bear, which intrigued him. “I’ve been wanting a claw or two.” He says, with a casual shrug of his shoulders. As if taking on a bear was no big deal.

Their voices were carried to the bear, and so were their scents- which triggered an instinctual surge of hunger in the beast. With a roar, it started crashing through the underbrush, barreling toward them until it appeared on the opposite side of the clearing. To avoid being trampled, Zagan darted to his right and flanked around the tree's trunk, coming out on the other side to bite onto the bear's flank.

"Zagan Saxe"