He'd arrived in time to join the ladies and the dark pup, as expected his mate was eager to deal with the bear. He didn't like the idea, after all the morning they'd left the notch a bear had moved into their old den, or at least he assumed they had happened. He didn't want then to have to deal with more bears coming into their home so to him driving it off wasn't the answer but he was no longer a leader so could not make that decision. Lachesis joined them as well while they were coming up with a plan. He listened as the plan was worked out and then as the pup spoke he rose a brow. “I think it would be wise Oksana if you say this one out,” he said gesturing to her injured leg. It wouldn't help if she were to injure it again in the fray of chasing the bear.

Having fought bears before he was pretty confident that with the group that had come together they could force it from the surge. “I think we should decide who goes where before we set to chasing him out?” Suggested the healer. It wouldn't do to go in unorganized and cause things to become worse for them. “I do have to agree with my mate on that one,” he said to answer the pups question, “And send a message to any other bears that might come along.” He didn't know if the brutes cared that much about messages like that but it was worth a shot to keep them out.

So many suggestions--which one was right? She turned when she heard his voice, so stern and serious and immediately she knew that Lachesis was not pleased that Oksana had attempted to join them. He had every right to be, truthfully the youth had no need to be around them when she could barely keep up and she hoped his demand was enough to keep her near the dens and resting. She needed rest, not the teeth of a bear. No later than his demand came, did he devise a plan and she listened without a word. The only movement came from her bulging eyes, afraid that she would coming face to face with a bear that was more pissed than anything that there were so many wolves around it. She attempted to conceal her fright but jitters caused her to shiver at her spot, the loud and intimidating roar of the bear practically daring the wolves to come near it to feel sharp teeth and claws was enough for her to wish she had never come across it. Why had she opened her big mouth?! She inhaled sharply, coming toward Lachesis and waited for him to move, bolting off when he took off without hesitation. She mimicked him flawlessly, a deep and menacing snarl flowed from her mouth but deep down she was terrified that this bear would grow fearless and turn toward them with the intention to harm. She hated everything about this. In the meantime, with only two wolves near it, the bear stumbled forward with hackles raised and came toward the pale wolves, teeth baring and a single paw lifting to swat at anyone near it with the longest nails Rory had ever seen. She was shocked she hadn't pooped herself on sight.