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Bjørn saw his mother's fingers bend and immediately ran to her side, snorting and groaning in his excitement. He looked to the Lady when Mama said, and snorted, none at all pleased with the order she had given. Guard as mistress? He groaned and almost seemed to bark, not in the least enthusiastic about the command. Mama's tone, however, indicated that she would not be challenged. He looked up at her longingly, then slowly crawled towards the Lady, and sat down on his butt in the snow without another sound.

Bjørn tires of foul smelling man creature and their noise, swaying on his rear paws. Mama's hand on his neck was calming, and then her voice near his ear, letting him know it was time to run. When she turns and starts towards the road he follows, bounding after her easily.

Too slow, it is not a thought, but the realization of his blood. To run ahead is his way, to nip at mama's flank and play. So few times since that man had laid down again had she played with him, and fewer times had they hunted as they used to. Bjørn looks to the large man, snorts and continues running.

Bjørn's Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Bjørn was prowling as mamma asked, wary of the fire and the scents of many new man creatures. At her call, his ears prick up, and he slowly starts forward, his eyes and senses keen.