- Nov 8, 2023
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Every time a shadow passes by, he tenses, braces himself tightly, clenches his jaw, grinds his teeth. Shaggy body poised to leap or run, he's unsure why the odd feeling possess him every meal. The squirrel he's snatched fast from the freshkill pile as if it can run away sits, cradled by his chest. Expecting jaws to scoop up the morsel and take it away, his usually sad, and world weary gaze attains a dangerous glint. He's scooping his food closer and closer with each shadow that passes by to choose from the freshkill pile. Caution is ingrained in him, fight first ask questions later has been the way of his life, how he hasn't ended up in the ground like so many rogues. Leafbare baring down on them has him especially defensive of his food. Bear has been growing into his shaggy pelt during his time with the clan, filling out into a big frame.
Jaws yawn open to snap shut when he boosts himself to his paws, the tension coiling in his unleashing with the click of his teeth. A hot burn under his fur has his cringing away, but can't suppress the terse growl that underlines his words. "Stay back." It isn't long before his shoulders are slumping and the familiar mournful look is melting back into his stare. "Don't come so close next time." He gruffs, falling back on his haunches.