His vision had cleared and he could now make out the rough outline of a small black bear crouched beside him. Nanook blinked, then curled his lips back in a sorry excuse for a smile. Did I scare you?
Charcoal snorted as the bear removed his massive paw from his ribs. He rolled over onto his belly and got to his paws - taking the opportunity to stretch; planting his forepaws firmly into the soft soil and arching his back, tail curling gracefully over his spine - before promptly turning his back and sulking over to a more secluded part of the forest where the trees where tucked in a dense semi-circle, immediately flopping onto a bed of moss.
Nanook grunted in satisfaction at Charcoal's response and gave a soft chuff. You were so scared. You should have seen your face.
Charcoal growled again. Was not.
Nanook rolled his eyes and hauled himself off the ground, shaking the grass from his fur and sat back on his haunches. He reached forward and grabbed the tips of his feet, rocking back and forth, head turned skyward. Was too.
Charcoal ignored the bear. Now was not the time to be babysitting. This was the pair's first real rest in 3 days and he had a feeling they were going to need as much rest as they could get. Wolves obviously dominated this part of the forest. Their scent was everywhere. He had already ran all the possible scenarios in his head. If something happened he was more or less prepared for it. Charcoal signed. More or less left a considerable margin of error. But at this point the wolf was tired of thinking. All he wanted to do was sleep. If anything happened, well ... they would just have to cross that bridge when they came to it.