Atara had been on the lookout for anything at all that might need her attention, and came across a prime example of why such patrolling was necessary. When the wind brought the news, it was not of one presence before another. Simultaneously she learned that both a pack mate and an ursid were nearby. She changed course swiftly but not brashly.

When the yearling arrived on the scene, she slipped passed brush to stand at Riven's side with all the quickness and subtlety of a mouse. It was when she was in place that the low growl began in her throat, tail raised stiffly to the level of her spine. For now, she was calm, but the threat was clear enough. Should the bruin not heed her warning, Atara planned on escalating.

It wouldn't take much for her to call the rest of the pack, and its befuddled self wouldn't stand a chance against the pack.

That wasn't to say she was goading in her actions, and she certainly didn't want to see things play out in such a way. To know that Riven was not alone, that the numbers could grow, would hopefully be enough to dissuade the bear from any territorial impulses that might flit through its vacant mind. Hopefully it would go to find somewhere less busy to begin refueling that drained stomach and continue its waking.