Fanglil was happy to hear those words, even if he was scared too.
He didn't know what they would have found beneath there, but when he heard again what he finally recognized as a yelp, he run quickly toward the fight.
But when his eyes passed the mound in front of them, finally seeing who was their enemy, he froze in an instant, terrified.
A giant, fierce, dark grey bear, taller than Fanglil and Arken together, loomed onto a devastated wolf.
It wasn't a normal bear, Fanglil had never seen nothing like that before. Its eyes were red as the blood his fur was smudged by, and so its sharp, deadly claws, almost as long as a human's hand. Its pointy jaws were dripping the wolf's blood, tasting it eagerly with its tongue.
The wolf under him couldn't even move just a single leg, his hip was bleeding copiously, filling his white fur with all the blood he had in his body, and his eyes were almost closed; yet, Fanglil couldn't move, as frightened as he was. He couldn't do anything but stare horrified what remained of another wolf near there.
He had been devoured as the deer they found before, but this time, the monster hadn't eaten him yet; he had just tear apart his poor dead body.
Then, finally noticing his new prey, the monster growled fiercely, ready to take another wolf's life.