Karabela shrieked as Aksel fell, watching in awe as her mother killed the bear but the injuries. She'd never seen so much blood on a wolf. Her legs felt numb, she couldn't stand. Raba didn't dare move until her mother called for her, beckoning to the child with a soft smile on her face. "Momma!" Raba rushed to her mother, nuzzling the woman's bloody fur. In the span of minutes she'd been reducced to a tiny pup again but there was still some part of her, perhaps thanks to her training, that managed to keep her sense of logic going.
Raba moved to her mothers side, offering the woman something to lean on. She paused for just a moment to gaze at Aksel before promising she'd be back to say a proper goodbye. Surely the scent of bear would keep the scavengers at bay for awhile. With her mother at her side Karabela waked home, struggling not to cry.
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I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain and make myself a king