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It was always something, wasn't it?
Askan had only just made his way through the trees when he spotted them, a handful of black bears all standing around the river that led to the Shallows. For a moment he didn't believe his eyes, thought that he was still half-asleep. He blinked once, then twice and yep, they were still there, real as anything.
The smell of blood was thick in the air and his hackles rose along the line of his back. Black bears were pretty timid by nature, but a bunch of them in his home was no laughing matter.
What the hell were they even doing here? Askan squinted as he watched them from a safe distance, they were yanking wriggling salmon from the river. Which...explained a lot actually. A feast like this was no doubt worth risking the wrath of a pack of wolves, especially with winter nipping at their heels. Shouldn't they be hibernating now anyway? And wasn't it a bit late for salmon to be...doing whatever salmon did?
Whatever. The whys and hows were irrelevant, Askan wanted them out of his land and he wanted them gone now. Tilting his head skyward, he let out a long, bellowing call. There weren't many of them, but he was sure they could handle a few cowardly bears.