Last night I had one of those classic Kamia moments where the instincts of the Full Blood and Full Jamthund females take over long before I ever step outside. Aurella and Nyra decided on their own that the bear needed to be moved out of camp, and they handled it exactly the way their lineage says they should.
Aurella is Full Jamthund, daughter of Ark and Varella. She is a bear expert — absolutely locked in when it comes to moving bears out of occupied space. She has the old Jamthund bear‑drive, the territorial intelligence, and the confidence to take control of a situation without hesitation.
Nyra is a young Full Blood, about a year and a half old, and she is cut from the same cloth. She is an ARCO × Revna daughter, and that combination produces a full‑tilt bear warrior. She has the Revna grit, the ARCO control, and the Full Blood instinct package that activates instantly when a bear is too close.
Both these females made the decision during the night to push the bear out. They came out over top, worked the perimeter, and moved the bear off the ridge. By morning they were still running perimeter, still keyed up, still doing the job.
I caught up with Nyra first. She was alert, focused, and still in work mode. Then I let Ark out to recon with Aurella and bring her back in. She was worked up — fully engaged, fully territorial, fully in the zone. Ark is extremely territorial and geographically aware, and Aurella is the same way, so he can work her back to me easily. He knows how to settle a female who is still in the adrenaline of a night‑shift bear encounter.
This was all prior to the work I did later in the day with Teeko and Murdock further afield. The females handled the close‑in camp work, and the males handled the extended range work. That’s the natural division of labor in a real working Elkhound pack, as the males don’t go over the top, or not supposed to.
This no doubt was the same bear that woke up Pat and Craig when they stayed at the campground north of us to pick up Larsen. He woke them up in the middle of the night too, shaking the van, they had the coolers inside and he most likely wanted them. So he was not afraid to come in close to the campgrounds. He won’t be back in my region any time soon now, and if he does, Nyra and Aurella, they would love nothing more than to move his stinking butt out!
This is the instinct I breed for. This is the instinct I preserve. This is the instinct that makes Kamia dogs what they are.
