Bright moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, shining down on the forest floor below. Beorn's heavy paws slowly thumped on the ground, twigs and dried leaves crunching under him. A heavy and exhausted huff left his nostrils, his head hanging somewhat low. His day had been quite long after cleaning and trimming the Clydesdale's hooves alongside shearing the sheep. He barely had time to make himself dinner after making sure the rest of the animals were fed.

He was just about to turn and head back to his home when the wind shifted, some leaves blowing by snout, carrying a horridly foul scent he knew all too well. Orcs. His body tensed as he looked in the direction of the wind, the scent becoming steadily stronger as his bulky body moved suddenly before he could second-guess himself. His lips pulled back in a snarl, exposing his fangs and gums while the thunderous pounding of his paws echoed through the forest.

The sounds of warg howls in the distance only angered him further as he heard that harsh black speech alongside them. Through gaps in the foliage he saw a ridge where the forms of Orcs riding on wargs charged towards an unfamiliar figure. Based on the few glimpses alone followed by some screams it was a woman currently running from those monsters.

A roar left him as he barreled out of the woods, drawing the attention away from the woman onto himself. Before the majority of the Orcs knew what was about to happen he escalated up the ridge with surprising speed despite his size. Two wargs who didn't have orcs on them ran at him as he finally clawed his way completely up. One of the two leapt up only to be met with Beorn's massive paw, swatting it away as one would a fly. The other took the opportunity to latch onto his other arm, digging its gnarled fangs into his pelt. Beorn hardly felt its teeth as he looked down at the offending warg. His great maw opened before biting down on the warg's midsection, chomping down hard enough that the fetid warg's blood sprayed out followed by a cacophonous sound of its bones crunching.

The warg could hardly let out a squeak as Beorn tossed its body to the side, the warg falling off the side of the ridge. Black blood coated his teeth and mouth as he looked towards the others, ready to charge them all the same. The lead orc held a hand up, stopping the others from running to their death, ordering them to retreat as its beady eyes looked off in the direction of the woman. It stayed till the others fled back to whatever crevice they crawled out of before following after them.

He snorted, almost tempted to chase them down if it wasn't for the whimper he heard from the direction of the woman. His gaze was drawn towards her, drool dripping from his maw, trying to clean out the horrific taste of the warg's blood before he slowly walked towards her. The bear's massive form shifted as it shrunk although not by much, turning back into his human form. He swiped his forearms across his lips, cleaning the last remnants of the blood there off as he soon stood where the woman had fallen.

With a simple glance he could see the injuries on her body followed by that she must have lost consciousness due to exhaustion. He could only imagine how far she fled from those dark creatures. A deep grumble sounded off deep in his chest, wondering if it would be worth the trouble she might bring if he brought her to his home. The thought of leaving her here though where they could easily come back made him feel sick. With careful movements he kneeled beside her, lifting her up easier than a sack of grain before holding her against his chest. "Hope you'll have a good explanation for why you brought that filth to my lands." He huffed, making his way back to his home just as the sun began to rise in the far distance.