unable to bind.mated to none.father to none.Taviora

He didn't know that a pack mate had been attacked by one of these beasts, only that they were a constant danger for anyone in his pack or any other pack for that matter. They were growing too bold and vicious, like they were rabid or something. It didn't bode well with him because he didn't want to see anyone get hurt besides those that deserved it. He looked forward to seeing the pack work together to take out these animals. They were all here for the same thing so it would be easy enough to collaborate and take out as many as they could with as few injuries as they could. He could hear other wolves approaching Zelda from behind him, one ear swiveling back to listen as the sounds of paws would get louder than a little dimmer as they each scattered and went their own way. But the wolves were all staying moderately close together, close enough to pick up on if anyone ran into anything, or anyone. He was trying to be silent but it was harder with so many others around. He was distracted and he knew that would be a disadvantage. When he hunted killers, he was on his own with no one else to blow his cover. He would study his victim long before he would strike, pick out a pattern in their routine and then stalk them before he would attack. He also used herbs and scents to lull them to sleep so that they would wake up paralyzed and unable to move so that he could finish them off without taking a scratch. It was low risk for the most part, as long as he did everything else right but this was going to be very different.

He didn't have herbs to use this time. He didn't have time to watch a predator's routine. He was just going to have to trail them down and then strike and bring the whole pack to that location. There was no time for planning and that made the risk of this hunt go way further up the list. The predator would be looking for its next victim and they were about to walk right into whatever trap it may have been setting. The predator would probably be on edge and not easy to surprise and lots of wolves walking would surely catch its attention. Maybe it would go the other way to avoid any confrontation but that didn't seem to fit the common bio. They were angry for some reason, more easy to provoke. A predator might have even heard Zelda's howl. Maybe one was heading here right now. His skin tingled at the very thought of a confrontation so soon after their huddle. It was the reason they were out tonight but he didn't want to run into two panthers or something like that. Of course he couldn't be so lucky. Instead he heard the pounding of massive paws and when he stopped to look, all he saw was a massive paw swinging toward his body. Barking in warning to the other wolves in case they didn't know, he went to leap out of the way. He yelped and winced as he felt the tips of the bear's claws rip across his hindquarters, drawing blood. It hurt like hell but his adrenaline was racing and he wasn't about to slow down now. That was one way to get himself killed.

"Tuari, watch out!"

No matter if the bear was after him or not, he would always put others before himself so he called out to her even as he was swung around by the force of the bear's swing, snarling in retaliation even as the bear roared a deep bellowing sound reverberating into the forest. He knew the others should be on them soon and sure enough, he caught four figures racing toward them. He could pick out the four brothers from the gathering as they rushed for the bear's front and back legs. Tuari lunged from his side, going right for the bear's face and he felt his chest tighten at the thought of the bear's jaws clamping down on her. No, he couldn't face that. Knowing it was probably a long shot, he raced forward, right at the bear just as Tuari had. But instead of going for the face as she did, he ducked down as she went up, angling his jaws and snapping upward into the bear's throat area. He knew it would be thick fur and meat and fat but he had to try, anything to draw blood and slow the bear down. Maybe with the aide of the other wolves tearing it down by the legs and her distracting it at the face, maybe just maybe he could get a good bite in. He had to hope so or otherwise at least draw its attention to him instead of Tuari. He would do anything to save her. If he managed to grab hold of the thick fur there, he would jerk his head viciously and try to dig as deep as he could with his teeth, ripping and tearing like he was trying to dig through dirt with his teeth. Instead, he wanted to dig through the fat and thick skin, pushing himself upward at the bear unless it moved or reared up on its back legs.

Once the bear moved, he would leap back as fast as he could to get out of reach of those long claws. His back end was throbbing but he wasn't going to let it slow him down just yet, hoping to keep the bear's attention scattered with all the wolves surrounding it and his own blood running down his leg. That should keep the bear's bloodlust going wild. He could only hope the other wolves would come to help so they could finish this beast once and for all.