Word Count :: 500+ :: Thank you for the change ^_^
She knew just where to start the trail ready to track the moose with full force. Her energy level almost matched that of a slight drunken state from the moment with her mate. She didn’t go far before she was easily distracted by the scent of male bear. She quietly moved toward it telling from the scent it was near from what she could tell she had rounded it. Its direction was clear, the bear would intercept her camp thus daring to approach her mate. The fury came fast as she followed the trail, she ran with great speed drawing her bow. She notched an arrow when she saw the bear, his great large brown form almost as large as the white bears of her homeland. She growled to get his attention as she pulled back on her string. She aimed for his head but as she released he was rose to his hind legs. He growled in both pain and anger as the arrow struck his gut.
The height of him towered her 6’5” form but her fear was absent as she would take him with her if she was to die today. She threw her bow to the ground readying her claws as he began his charge. She easily dodged him like a matador would a bull and struck his shoulder with her claws. She smiled and narrowed her eyes; in that moment she was a scarier beast than the bear. This kill would be more fun than mere defense. The malice she felt for anyone and anything that dares harm her mate was great, like a demon inside of her thirsting for blood. As he turned she readied for his next charge dodging and clawing the beast yet again. The huntress suddenly heard the pounding of hooves behind her.
No… She whispered to herself, finally fear filling her as her mate clearly approached. She stupidly turned her back to the charging bear as Shiloh burst through the trees. The next thing that happened she was unsure of, as all she felt was great pain across her left shoulder blade. The blow knocking her to the ground, the distance she had gone was unknown to her. Her last thought was a prayer to the Great Spirit. Don’t let her die. Then the darkness came.
Meanwhile as Kyra was being cuddled Jager started to grow with unease. Something was wrong he could feel it. A spirit flew above him toward the direction her rider had gone and it was then he knew something was wrong. He snorted with a great fierceness, as he pulled on his tether hard. He cursed the tie his rider needed him. He stomped the ground hard as he pulled even harder ignoring the discomfort it brought him. Eventually it snapped and he quickly caught up to the grey female and her mare. The sight he saw causing him to rear back and cry out a loud deep neigh. His rider had been badly struck by a grizzled bear and he was not pleased in the slightest of the act. As the scarred wolf did her thing he backed her and her mare with his own anger and size. This beast stood no chance with them.
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