Ella tore a small piece away then took her part of the kill to a nearby cedar. Jack picked up the remaining portion and moved in her direction. He was careful not to get to close and wondered where she had come from. The day drug by they continued to walk in the same direction but not together.
Four does, and a buck smoked up the hollow skirting between them, nearly running them over. Confused by this Ella looked in the direction they came from. She caught a hint of that familiar smell. Her fur stood straight, as ears slicked back. She spun around to face the direction of the scent. Jack mirrored her actions. He wasn’t sure what was about to happen but seeing Ella all business he knew it must be bad.
The loud thunder of snapping branches echoed four weighted paws tremored the ground under Jack’s feet. Telling him something large approached. A deep low growl hummed in Ella’s throat. Jack finally caught the smell of bear in the breeze. Grizzly bear to be exact.
A thundering charge was just over the horizon. There raced Brutus descending the clearing at a full gallop. The bear had been chasing her for days. She would run no longer. Ella began running toward the brut and Jack followed. Adrenaline kicked in, as apex predator’s raced into battle.
Jack ran just a little faster and reached the bear first. His feet were lightning fast. He nipped at the bear biting his hind leg then his front paw. Jack drew first blood enraging the brut. Ella leaped through the air and landed on the bears back. Her teeth latched on to the large hump between his shoulders, and his roar ripped through the forest. A loud ‘swish,’ rang out as birds took to flight. Violently he shook to free himself of this nuisance, but Ella hung on. Brutus slapped Jack into a tree with an ease. Then he flopped down pinning Ella to the ground.
With one move he had her by the head. Until Jack slashed the bear's face, injuring his left eye. Brutus let go. The two wolfs stood shoulder to shoulder, with lips curled back to expose their incisors they stood as one.
With his new injury, Brutus lost interest in fighting and turned around to go home and nurse his wound. The one-eyed bear has become a legend in these woods and cuts a wide path around those two.
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