Nychta smiled relieved when the youngster followed her into the deeper part of the den. The cosy warmth of the fire in the cave embued them as they neared it, the padding under their paws quickly sinking into the comfortable furs on the ground. She smiled at the pup as she sat down on the furs near the fire and looked at her. 'Come closer doll, you must be tired, being out there on your own. Hungry as well, am I right?' she suggested. 'Do you want to talk first or shall I go catch you some food?' she asked her in a soft, friendly tone.

Menuo yelped in surprise when the bear shot out of the bushes. The other wolf in front of them attacked, but the bear was still standing. Her guards snarled in a hollow tone and shot forward, one biting down on the bear's throat and the other on it's side.