Elias had forgotten how tough it was to be a loner. Life at the Heights had been considerably easy in comparison to this, and he wasn't even alone alone. He hated to imagine what it was like for the few wolves who chose to go solo, those who had no one to watch their back or snuggle with during these cold nights. Nin was...well, she was getting along now. If they hadn't been able to figure it out before, then there was no denying it now, Nineva was well and truly pregnant.
Which explained her ravenous appetite these days, no matter how much food he brought to her she gobbled it down as though she couldn't get enough. He was glad she was eating, that meant the puppies were growing strong, but what if it wasn't enough? What if he wasn't doing enough to provide? And so, after giving Nineva a parting kiss he'd set out in the early hours of the morning to hunt. As of then he'd found nothing of substance, he meandered further south, sniffing at tracks and trails hoping they would lead him to a prize worthy of Nin's palate.
The sound of running water made Elias slow as his ears perked to attention. It seemed as though he'd found a river, so perhaps fish could be on the menu. If he was clever enough to catch them. Limping on, Elias headed towards the river, over the slabs of rock still coated in snow. It was then he saw it, a big lumbering beast lingering by the river side, head ducked down as it lapped away at the thawing river. A bear, a grizzly one at that.
He paused in his steps and quickly decided that fish wasn't going to be on the menu. There was always something else to catch, Elias would never tangle with a bear unless he truly had to, as would any other wolf. It was common sense.