Hunger drove an odd creature deep into unknown territory. At first glance the beast appeared to be nothing more than a normal black bear, slightly smaller than average but muscular. Except the horns, massive sharp pillars that jutted out of his skull and spine. A silky black coat was marred with fresh wounds, and old scars from battle. He was a sight, an imposing strange beast, but it wasn't a sight most lived to tell about.
Blackie stopped, tilting his muzzle up into the wind, feathers brushing against his cheek and his thick beard swaying from his chin. Food! Foodfoodfood, he could smell hem clearly now, but there were to many and they were all moving together. No good, to many, no shape for so many. The bear snarled and turned his large head to and fro, surely there was at least one traveling away from the main group.
He snarled no such luck, follow group, one fall behind!, he grinned proud of himself and pushed on, nose to the breeze sniffing always sniffing.
He stayed far enough behind the moving herd, that unless a member purposefully turned and ventured back they would never know a skinwalker stalked along behind them. Just waiting for someone to fall for enough behind the main group to make a clean separation.
He had hunted this way countless times, nobody would know what happened to their family or friend when they strayed to far from the safety of the group. The mad creature used everything and left no evidence behind. Since a majority of his time was spent in bear form only the lightest of his treasures adored his body; the rest of them stored in his den where they were safe.
Treasure! .. food ... his basic instincts to hunt and collect drove him on, mile from home after this band of soquili.
