Unexpected Friendship

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She was lost in her meal, teeth shredding meat, the smell filling her nose and blocking out anything else around her, ears twitching at the sound of flesh being torn and bone being crunched between powerful jaws.

A shifting of vegetation caused the beast to pull her head back, lowering her front half down a few inches before pulling her hind legs out and pushing against the ground, shifting her weight onto her back legs. Standing on all four she was taller than a larger than normal sized wolf, but now that she was upright she towered over just about any animal that might have tried sneaking up on her at that moment. Like this, she would seem more intimidating than she already was. Identifiez-vous! Her voice came out as a warning growl rumbling from the back of her throat, eyes narrowed, falling upon the sight of a white wolf with oddly colored eyes.

In most cases, someone of her kind would have run the wolf off because she had her catch here and it snuck up on her, but Zanire had been helped and raised by wolves. With the contact she had with them, it caused this bear to be more friendly towards them than she normally would. With that she realized that this wolf would not understand her language, she would have to use the one Arya had taught her. With a twitch of her nose she looked the shewolf over, coming to the conclusion that she was not here to steal her food or attack her, if she was she would have done it instead of obviously making noise.

Stupid wolf, you are. This language was still something odd for her to speak, and so, to wolves it would be broken, not very fluid but still understandable. Her eyes grew a bit softer the longer she stood there, deciding the wolf was no threat what so ever, so she dropped down to all four with a heavy thud without breaking eye contact. Meet different bear, they attack, not like you kind. Bears did not like wolves, they were annoying with their howling and spraying their smell everywhere, even attacking bears in numbers to take their kills.

Instead of questioning the wolf she would just let it speak, see what it wanted, if it wanted something at all. Most approached her because they needed advise or help, and she would usually help them, did this wolf hear about her? Je doute qu'elle a fait ... Je ne m'inqui?te pas vraiment non plus, tant qu'elle ne prend pas mon poisson. Looking over her once more the bear finally turned away, swinging the front end of her body to the side, large paws moving over to where she had left her meal. With a paw she pulled the carcass close, turning around so she could face the wolf, plopping herself down with a heavy thump on her rear. Violet eyes focused back on her as she sat there, a paw laying on the deer, waiting to see what she wanted.





"normal.
talk.
think.
you."