He smelled them first, the acrid stench that had come to plague him. First it had been cougars that stalked their lands and now the bears had taken so much from them - them, and their neighbors who had once been friends. And the bears had taken that, too.
Nash moved quickly and quietly, ears alert and scanning the growth for movement. He could hear them now, in the small inlet to the lake, and after a moment he turned and backed off. Anger boiled in his skin, something that was quickly growing to become a familiar weight. He howled, summoning his pack, and warning the youngsters to stay with Aquene and his own mother.
The Cove would not sit idly by again.