There was a Mama Bear that was unlike the others. She was motherly to all the cubs. Even the ones that were not hers. Sometimes the cubs didn't even have to be bears at all.
One day Mama Bear happened among a family of wolves. A beautiful Young Wolf did not fear Mama Bear. They seemed to have an immediate understanding. They would help each other find what the other needed. Whether it be food, shelter or simply company. Now Young Wolf thought herself inferior to the other wolves in the pack. Her coloring was fairer then the others too, she was slightly smaller in the others, she was also one of the younger wolves in the pack. She felt low on the pecking order indeed. It didn't help that her brothers were all much older and bigger then her.
But what the young wolf thought were disadvantages, Mama Bear knew them to be the opposite. Where the other wolves had brawn, Young Wolf had brains and imagination. Where the other wolves seemed to be all the same drab gray and brown, Young Wolf was unique in her coloring, like you threw flecks of gold and bronze onto snow.
Mama Bear was older and had seen packs and packs of other wolves come and go. She knew it was only a matter of time before Young Wolf would fully grow up, perhaps think having old Mama Bear as a friend was silly. A lot of wolves had done the same.
But Young Wolf was different. There were times when she seemed to prefer Mama Bear's company over her own pack. Mama bear was very grateful for this and did her best to make sure Young Wolf was looked after, even if it was at a distance.
One day an Evil Black Wolf came into the forest, trying to form his own pack. Young Wolf refused to leave her forest, it was her home after all. The Evil Black Wolf became angry and tried to maul Young Wolf. Just after he did so, he ran into Mama Bear, sensing a possible ally, Evil Black Wolf pretended to be innocent and tried to befriend Mama Bear which immediately didn't sit well with her. In Mama Bear's experience, when other wolves had become this friendly this fast, they were usually the most dangerous of all. Mama Bear distanced herself from the Evil Black Wolf, knowing he was up to no good. But soon Mama Bear could hear Young Wolf whimper and cry out. When she went to investigate she saw her best friend laying in the snow, battered, bruised and bloodied. Mama Bear cleaned her wounds the best she could. When Mama Bear found out what happened she was immediately angry, furious and vowed to do something about it, if anything, to avenge one of the truest friends she had ever had.
Her inner ruthless predator coming out. She hunted the Evil Black Wolf down, cornered him, roared at him and swung her heavy, clawed paws at him. She got him good, hitting him in the face, slashing it deep, blinding him in one eye. She trampled the Evil Black Wolf until he was the one crying out. Now he was the one bruised and bloodied. Young Wolf rallied her pack, showing the damage to them. They heard Mama Bear's roars and saw the Evil Wolf doing his best to cause harm to Mama Bear, biting where he thought she was vulnerable. Mama Bear fought him off with little difficulty. She had over the years built up a tough hide and knew how to take down a lone wolf. She pinned him to the earth and ripped off his head for all the other wolves to see. She then brought the head back to Young Wolf as a trophy. Mama Bear smirked at her success before leaving again to eat the remainders of Evil Black Wolf, making sure to really enjoy her kill, by even going as far as licking the fat off the hide before leaving the bones for the ravens to pick off of.
The other wolves knew from then on not to mess with Mama Bear or Young Wolf, not unless they wanted to be lunch too.