[PQ] and bears, oh my!

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Given their constant movement between lands, the Sword wasn’t surprised another predator had found their shelters worthwhile. Stored food, especially after a long winter’s nap, would signal a great, grand opportunity for any hungry bear. He just didn’t particularly enjoy the thought that it dared to encroach on their territory. It could’ve been all the predators stored and coiled in the depths of his soul that bristled at the notions. Irritation, annoyance, exasperation – all tied and knotted, all gnarled and stoked, within pervading blood and nefarious bones. Why they couldn’t simply outright kill it crossed his mind several times over, but he adhered to Cordelia’s methods, merely because he knew three of them tackling, then carrying it, would be better than him rampaging. As tempting as it was. So the soldier snagged at his assorted weaponry, placing the bag of holding over his shoulder, and was followed closely by his two companions as they all stepped towards Cordelia. Glancing between her and Noah, and only arching one brow, his inquiry was a measured countenance. “Have you seen it this morning?” Perhaps it was closer than they’d all realized. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace