I dig into the snow, burying the tenth snare. There are so many of these hidden dangers amongst the roots of the trees, and I'm glad nobody else has gotten snapped up in one yet. These humans are definitely overachievers. With six dogs and a pup, we clear out most of the snares by sunset. Though I still watch my step every second to avoid those dangerous metal teeth snapping onto my leg. 
      We barely had to hunt today. We're lucky that the human snares caught us so much food, but it's unfortunate that the humans are so deep into our territory. I'm worried that the humans might return to check their snares, only to find them buried and empty. I don't know if the humans know we occupy this forest, and I pray that they believe that the human I killed was taken down by another predator. They never saw the body because we took it for food, so they probably don't know. My biggest worry is that they'll find our camp.
        I carry two rabbits in my jaws, the rest of the dogs trailing me. Most of them have at least one rabbit with them. I intend to give one of these rabbits to Dodge. The rest of the Pack has been wary to allow the dogs to eat the prey they've caught, so I and a few other friendly wolves have to feed them.
      The few wolves in the clearing are impressed by our haul. But I have to tell them that we didn't kill any of these with our own jaws.

"I didn't expect that a dog could kill anything, anyway." I hear a wolf grumble.

    I shoot them a dirty look before continuing on my way. I pad towards the den in which Dodge is resting. Peering inside, I notice that the husky is lying down, with his head on his forepaws. But he isn't asleep, as his icy eyes are fastened on the entry. It looks like he's been staring outside for the past few hours, as the whites of his eyes are bloodshot from the light.
       I put down both rabbits, and toss one of them his way.

"There are a bunch of traps in the territory. Not good." I mutter.

     Dodge lifts his head, nodding a thanks. He rips into the rabbit, and I eat the other. After a while, the rest of the dogs start to pad in. Hawk, Tinge, Lad, Shia, Reed, and Rapid find comfortable places in the packed snow. It's more crowded, but it's pretty warm.
    The sun is rather close to setting, and there's no point in staying up any longer. I rest my head on my paws, and with a belly full of rabbit, I doze peacefully off to sleep.

       I'm jolted awake by the sounds of panicked barking, whimpering, and unwolfish roars. My ears flick upwards, and I leap to my feet. There's something going on outside.
       I stumble out of the den, staggering tiredly into the deep snow. I'm immediately awakened by the scene before me. A grizzly bear is swinging its long claws and snapping its razor sharp teeth at the wolves around it, roaring ferociously in anger.
      There's blood staining the snow, both wolf and bear. The grizzly's pelt is crisscrossed with bite marks, and many of the fighting wolves are riddled with slashes.
        I snarl, leaping into the battle myself, wondering why the bear is here. Bears don't usually enter our camp, and I realize that it must have followed the trail of Dodge's blood.
      The bear turns his broad back to me, slashing at another wolf. Along with a few other wolves, I take that moment to my advantage, and spring onto his back. I bite down, digging my teeth into the grizzly's thick brown pelt.
   He roars, whirling around. A few of the wolves that are hanging from his back by their teeth are thrown, but I remain, being flung wildly.
      Unfortunately, the bear rolls onto his back and I have to leap away to avoid being crushed. His claw catches my hind leg and drags me back, pulling me towards his bloodied jaws.
    I snarl, snapping my teeth at the bear. My muzzle is red from the bear's blood, my slick gums showing in an attempt to scare off the beast. I thrash wildly, finally ripping free with a small but stinging cut on my leg.
    I whirl around and run at the bear, leaping upwards and closing my teeth around his throat. The grizzly's pelt is thick, and I struggle to get a hold. Before I can bite down hard enough to kill, he lifts his paw, adorned with menacingly curved claws. With furious speed, he swipes at my right eye and rips open my skin. In shock, I leap backwards.
      Blood is running down the side of my face, four gashes tearing through my white and grey pelt. I whine out in surprise, but my whimpers quickly turn to snarls. The pain is overpowering, and I can't tell if my eye was cut or if it's just the blood obscuring my vision. I pray it is the latter.
        Alpha Granite leaps into the mix, barking orders. He instructs every wolf in the area to rush the bear at once, and from all directions. I hang back, knowing my injury will only make me an obstacle to the other wolves. I doubt I could concentrate enough to sink my teeth into the bear's fur, anyways.
      Watching with my good eye, I see Pitch's black form dart forward towards the bear's neck. His teeth enclose around the beast's throat, and unlike myself, he is able to bite down enough to bring the grizzly to the ground. The bear falls with a deafening thud, sending out clouds of snow.
       It brings me satisfaction to know that the bear will provide good meat for the next few weeks. The hunting of the humans hasn't really affected us too much yet, but I know it will soon. I can tell. Nature is changing. The hierarchy is shifting, now that the caribou are gone.
Any semblance of cheer is quickly demolished as pain shoots through my face. The three slashes over my right eye are causing me immense pain. I grit my teeth, trying not to cause a scene, but in all truthfulness, I want to cry. I lope back to the den awkwardly, blind in one eye.
     Dodge is struggling to his feet, limping towards the entry.

"What's happening?" He questions in a frenzy.

"Grizzly bear. It's dead." I explain, voice shaking.

"Wait, can you see? Is your eye okay?" He asks, concerned.

"I can't see anything out of my right eye. But it might just be the blood."

"It doesn't look so good." Reed points out. She's a husky/Samoyed mix, and pretty good with wounds.

"What do I do?" I ask, regrettably harshly. I'm not very knowledgeable in the art of healing.

"Lay on your side, with your hurt eye up to slow the bleeding. I'll put some snow on it to help with the pain, and keep pressure on it through the night. You just get some rest." She suggests, curling her fluffy tail around her paws.

    I nod, listening to her advice. I lay down on my side, the good half of my face on the ground. Reed pushes a good amount of snow onto my bloodied right eye. It stings for a moment, but it does help to ease the immense pain I was feeling moments ago. She places one paw on top of the snow, and pushes down hard.
     It takes me a while, due to the fact that Reed doesn't ease up with the pressure, but eventually I fall into a fitful sleep. I can only hope that the pain diminishes by tomorrow.