Poking the Bear

DEVRUM When feasible, one should always eat the rude. It didn't take a fool to realize Ashetta had been avoiding Devrum. Hell she had been avoiding everyone under the sun. So much so it cost her, her own marriage, though the weight of that loss and how it effected the other was up for debate. When Vervain spoke of her meeting with Ashetta , Devrum took it all in silence. His warning had been genuine, though circumstances change, as they always do. She wasn't just some bratty girl who broke his friend's heart for reasons unknown...She was now his daughter. Devrum had taken this all in account, but he was none the less displeased at her lack of faith in a family she seemed to desire not so long ago. The massive black bear padded along the grounds, large snout sniffing as he tracked the wolf's wear abouts. The trail, oddly enough, wasn't too far off from the home he had been building for he and Vervain. The beast went still at the sleeping wolf, hazel and green eye dilating as drool slowly dripped from its jaws. Thick fur rumbling as the black bear began to slowly circle the wolf in a stalking manner. Its belly rumbling with a continuous growl before he called to her with a blaring roar that shook birds free of their branches above. Had the wolf awoken, she would find the massive paws continuing to thump as it circled her once more. Stopping before the wolf before it slowly began stalking forward toward her. Snout flaring, drool spewing, eyes narrowing with intensity as its large belly and back heaved with its breath.