Teeth gritted in a flashy snarl, she stared down the bear as soon as it turned to eye the group of gathered wolves. Her piercing yellow eyes never left it's lumbering frame for a second, her tail lashing through the air in agitation. Not surprisingly, both white males Lachesis and her mate arrived promptly. With their numbers now, she felt they had a decent chance of driving the bear off.
As ready and willing as she was to take on the rival, Rory and Oksana seemed less confident. And justly so. The russet woman had much more experience in driving off competing predators. To the raven child's question, she replied. "To hell with it. We fight back, that's what we do. Without getting injured in the process." She like every other adult here knew that facing a bear always carried a risk of injury. It was a simple fact that there was no getting around. You just had to roll the dice and hoped the odds were in your favor. Lilya had valid points as well and a sound strategy. With a nod, she displayed her agreement, bracing her paws down against the soil and snow, all to eager to launch herself towards the bear. He would receive the full wrath of her heightened state of aggression and regret ever setting foot in Driftwood Surge.