The large blue wolf had learned to enjoy the icy jagged paths and peaks that made up Fenrir's maw.  It was a spot he’d visit frequently when looking for something to kill.  This included killing something for food or just killing another predator for the fact it was there.  Killing other predators was fun and more importantly, it helped him stay strong.  

The young boy was only a bit over a year but his mind was focused on being as capable in his skills as possible so that he could care for the pack, his brother, and himself.  Poking his head in one of the caverns he had yet to explore he started to step in when a sound came from behind him.  The polar bear had come from a lower path with a steep incline, its scent had been hidden and it blended in quite well in these parts.  

Chade didn’t wait, he charged at the polar bear straight away.  It wasn’t that he normally charged face-first at the bears but the bear was still below him instead of on his level yet.  It had helped the bear hide but now Chade would use that for his gain.  Chade slammed into the bear, one paw on its neck, one on its shoulder, and his teeth biting in that area between the bottom of the neck and shoulder.  The bear had more muscle but it had chosen the wrong moment to announce itself and Chade had the leverage.

Bear and wolf slid down the steep slope the bear had climbed up.  As they got lower to a level path the bear finally got a better stable bit of earth and managed to raise a paw up and swat Chade hard enough he let go and did something between a fall and stumble away from the bear.  His advantage was gone now.  Turning to face the angry bear it was a good sign the white pelt had a deep red stain on it but was Chade good enough yet to fight a polar bear all on his own?


"Chade"

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He'd seen the mountains from the ship days before and the interested him, so since he had nothing better to do went off to explore. It had been nice staying with that band for some time and he owed them a good hunt when he fully recovered, or some kind of thanks, but for now he set off with the promise of repayment. He wasn't the kind to go back on his word, even if it took him some time to live up to it.

The dangerous nature of the Maw was exciting, a thrill even. With each step little stones and pebbles would slide off the edge and tumble down below. He wondered how tall the mountain got and sought to stand at the peak, however a sudden roar and sounds of a skirmish caught his attention. Being nosy, he followed the sound and looked down the edge. Positioned above the polar bear, he watched as it swatted at the blue wolf and sent them crashing into the ground.

As if he forgot about all his own stitched wounds, he leapt off the cliff and onto the bears back. Limbs gripped tightly to the bear as fangs sunk into the massive animals neck. The ursine would shake then, trying to rid the wolf from its back with the looser skin Sverre was able to keep his hold, though almost slid off the side once or twice. The bear roared in frustration as it began to stand back on it's hind legs in a second attempt to rid the wolf hanging from it's back.


"Speech!"