Ursa

His fur isn't glossy like the others, and you notice as it flops up and down while he trots toward you.

His fur is thick, heavy, and holds the musky smell of the finest freshly-caught meats.

No wonder his name means bear. He's hulky, scruffy, and a very talented hunter.

When he smells you, he looks up and smiles. Though he is vicious to his prey, he's as harmless as a fly to anyone else. A Chad among wolves if ever there was one. 

"Hey traveller, care for some chow before ya hit the road?" He offers you a glistening Grouse carcass.

Chow doesn't sound so bad. In fact, it sounds amazing right now, especially with such good company.

The two of you share a meal before heading on your way. As you recede into the distance, you glace back and swear you see a bear is sitting under the tree you just ate beside. 

Oh wait-

It's just Ursa.