{Third Person POV}
The beasts emerged from the undergrowth in a loose circle, six of them total, five dire wolves and one particularly large razorback boar bringing up the rear.
They moved cautiously, ears swiveling, noses testing the air for any lingering threats.
The alpha wolf, a scarred female with one ear torn half off, circled the massive corpse of the Alpha Dire Bear, keeping her distance. Her pack followed her lead, wary and watchful.
Minutes passed.
No movement from the bear. No movement from the broken boy beside it.
Just the sound of wind through leaves and the steady drip of blood onto forest floor.
The alpha wolf approached closer, hackles raised, and snapped her jaws near the bear's face.
Nothing.
She barked once, sharp and commanding.
Two younger wolves darted forward and bit into the Alpha's haunches, tearing at flesh, ready to bolt at the first sign of movement.
Still nothing.
The great beast was truly dead.
