Bear Butts [Fighting Skill Points]
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One of the things that fascinated Éldi about the northern lands of Boreas was the quality of the light. The world seemed to glow, awash in amber tones as the sun dipped slowly past the horizon. He'd just finished cleaning up some leftover scraps from an earlier meal and was on his way back to his den. Humming softly to himself he kept an eye on the gathering clouds to the east. Autumn was just around the corner and that could well mean snow for the territories in the high north. Ack! He was behind on his winter preparations.
Grumbling to himself Éldi slipped through the tall, gnarled growth of the Mile-High Woods. He needed to start prepping some skins so he had something nice and warm to line his den with on those freezing winter nights. Maybe Valkyrie would be up for a deer hunt. They could split the pelt. Something moved off to his right and Éldi froze. His ears flicked forward, searching for the sound. His brow wrinkled. The birds had gone suddenly quiet. Cautiously he started to move only to hear the shuffling rustle of something big, something very big. Probably just a moose or something…
The better part of the morning had been spent trying to locate the spot again, but unfortunately Ignatius didn't appear to have a natural sense of direction. Not even a faint one. Which was why one minute he was walking along through the brush and the next he found himself standing a short distance from another wolf. Damn, Ig hadn't even smelled anyone nearby... Unsure what to say in greeting, he was about to try and wing an introduction when he noted the look on the other man's face. Flicking his pale left ear out to the side, Ignatius gave the other man a curious look. Something amiss?
The woods had been his once, for however short of a time that was. Now they had fallen to anarchy and had become cursed by the memory of his failure. His failure to hold the lands, and his failure to control the apathetic wolves that had used his pack for their own needs. They had abused his young age and naiveté to break his laws and do as they pleased, but none had undermined his laws more than Aranea; the female he had been so taken with and who had bore him two disgraceful whelps before she set him aside entirely. He snorted at the memory.
Tyranis raised his head as he peered through the snowfall, watching a vague shadow shuffle in the distance. An odd chill ran through him, and a sense of dread filled him. A part of him he hadn’t known existed knew the shape and its movements but when he ventured for an answer the only retuning thought was “RUN!”
His eyes darted to the side where he found two forms; both distinctly wolf with their focus directed at the amorphous form in the distance. Without hesitation he ran to them, his attention darting to the shape as his paws carried him to the company of three strangers. Whatever it was he had no intention of facing it alone and apparently neither did they.
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Éldi moved more cautiously as he continued his travels but his unease did not go away. Soon he heard a different sound of approach and when he turned to see what was headed his way he saw a man with stunning, bright markings. His fur stood on end. He'd heard of wolves with strange and unusual pelts but he'd never met one before and he couldn't help but wonder if some of them ad been god-touched. The man looked at him curiously, but as Éldi opened his mouth to speak when he heard a low rumble. He turned around. Something else was definitely here.
Another male appeared yelling at them to run. Éldi was about to question the stranger when a massive grizzly bear bounded forward with a roar. It's great paw swung for his head and Éldi managed to duck just in time to avoid having his head taken off. He scrambled back to regroup, his hackles raised and a snarl tearing from his jaws. The bear was not phased. He had an old, but still good, kill nearby and was not going to tolerate the wolves this close to the heart of his territory.
Éldi had no intention of running. Bravery and honor meant more to him than the threat of death and as a budding warrior he would not shame himself by running while the older men fought. Racing toward the bear he ducked underneath another swing and sank his teeth into the bears left hind leg, thrashing his head back and forth as he tried to do as much damage as possible.
Setting his defenses swiftly, Ig shot forward, leaping at the bear's right side and aiming to jump on it's back, claws digging into the thick hide as best they could for traction while he aimed a bite at the back of it's head, just behind the left ear to slow it's movement and weigh it down.