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The boy was wandering the next move to make Markku come closer to Hemming, or vice versa, but nothing came to him. Nothing that wouldn't destroy his plans. He hadn't hear the male whisper, but the grizzly bear with him did. He narrowed the crimson eyes, wary and snorted while he walked heavily, the big rounded paw hitting the ground noisily while the bear went to the tree where the male was hidding. Attila was jumping, his tail wagging to quick it would work as a wing for him o fly away if it wasn't for his eager arms tied tightly around the branch.
He was almost yelping of excitement when the giant bear stuck his nose across the tree side to sniff what was behind it. That was the smae thing it had done with him, at their first meeting, but the boy wasn't thinking of that. His legs trembled with the adrenaline of only watching that scene. He noticed the male was stretching a leg to run from the bear, but it was too late. Markku got on his hind legs again, roaring at the male, only the creature knowing that the grayish wolf had a spear and knife. Not knowing his intentions, the bear could only think of protecting Attila, that now had his tongue sticking out of his maw. What else could he want?!