The bloody idiots, thinking they could take down a full-grown bear when they were barely of the age to hunt! Of course, they got injured, and of course they left the injured bear to crash through the forest, towards Fenrir knows what, bleeding from Freyja knows what wounds! If it wasn’t for the clear fact one of the youngsters would die from his wounds without treatment, Viktor had half a mind to leave them to deal with this problem on his own. Their pleading, terrified eyes pulled at his heartstrings though, and he knew that an angry, pained bear could be a very real threat to even an adult Felvarg. Especially if they weren’t expecting one.
Viktor glared down at the youngsters, huddled around their injured friend, with all the stern disappointment of a father. At least they had learned their lesson, that much was clear. Viktor huffed, drawing himself up to his full height and fluffing out his fur. “Don