Had he gone looking for trouble? Not necessarily, but he wasn't going to turn it down in the moment. At least Wake's guard had been well and truly up as the bear sighted him down. Turning from scratching at the early snow, trying to find what treasures lurk beneath it at the sound of far off footsteps. "Well shit," hackles up, ears back. Looking for an exit and finding... well, finding very little, as of yet.

Maybe he could run the big white bear off? Wake doesn't seem to have much of a choice, and hell, he's fought polar bears before. He hadn't been alone then, but... yeah, what choice did he have? Wake made a run at the thing.

WAKE UP

Björn⁢ smells the polar bear long before he sees it. It draws him from the borders of the crypt, gaze intent and shining. "I know what we're going to do today," the words are intent, excited, as he turns to his sister. Not waiting for her answer, Björn⁢ picks up a loose jog, cresting each of the knolls until he finds it. Not just a bear, though. There's already a boy running at it, and Björn⁢'s head tips to the side. Curious, but he won't let someone else have all the fun. Racing down the knoll, teeth shining, Björn⁢ flanks the beast and takes his first bite into its heels. BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

Lumine is spending the day with Bjorn. On their way toward the crypt, he stops, nose scenting something that she doesn't catch right away. It's not until he speaks and turns to her that her nose catches it too. Before she can deter him from the enticing fight, he's off and running toward the knolls. Cursing under her breath, Lumine takes off after the boy, close on his heels.

When she crests the knoll beside him, she watches with wide eyes at the sight of someone lese already engaging with the ursine. Impressed by the boy's tenacity, Lumine follows suit and heads down the knoll toward the bear. Still healing from her recent maim from the woods, she takes a cautious stance this time around. Winding around the backside of the bear, she lunges for the bear's back ankles. As long as it doesn't swing around to swat at her, she'll be safe picking away at its tendons.

Sloan is minding her business. Resting atop a knoll beneath a tree, she huddles around herself for warmth. Paws tucked and tail resting over her nose, she watches the snowfall. Little flakes twirl around and down from the heavens, leaving a blanket on the ground that tells more than what one expects. She sees the large prints heading away, but pays it no mind. As long as she wasn't the target, she didn't need to be concerned.

Until a very loud and angry bellow bursts through the silence. Scrambling to her paws, Sloan looks around herself, quickly spotting the large white bear quickly engaging with three youngsters. Letting out a foggy sigh that curls around her muzzle, she gives her head a defeated shake before taking off. Three wolves might have been capable of deterring a polar bear, but one more wouldn't hurt.

Sliding up toward the front of the bear, Sloan barks loudly in its face. Distracting it from the others, dancing barely out of its swiping distance, she'll let them do all the dirty work for now.

The leggy boy isn't alone with the bear for long, much to his relief. These are odds he likes far better, hackles going up as three strangers close in with him. The scent of the polar bear had been enough to attract attention, and Wake wasn't about to complain. Rushing the beast, jaws snapping, hackles up-- perfect.

With two wolves at the bear's rear, Wake is content to remain in front of it. Dancing backwards as a pale paw swipes for him, narrowly missing his shoulder. Ha, foul beast! As the bear recoils, Wake strikes. Going straight for the beast's neck-- no use wasting precious time, right?


WAKE UP

Lumi had at least followed him, so Björn remained undeterred. A grin painted across his face, tail wagging furiously as he dives at the polar bear's ankles. She had one, he had the other, and they make a good fucking team. It seemed like whatever was going on at the beast's head had it distracted well enough, and Björn could go to town. Snarling as he sinks his teeth in, and then reaching up a bit higher. If he could hamstring the beast, they'd make all the quicker work of it. Thriving on the outlet for his frustration, perhaps the level of violence isn't quite necessary, but don't tell Björn that. Not right now. BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

Lumine is not against exerting the same effort her brother displayed. Ferocity fills her actions as she lunges for the polar’s ankle. Knowing that Bjorn has the other one snagged in his jaws, she feels a confidence she doesn’t normally feel either.

Life sucks and taking it out on this bear is justifiable for the young girl. To others, it won’t make sense, but unleashing harm unto something that isn’t another wolf helps calm the fury within. Blood soaking the ground around her, teeth sinking in to the hamstring, a tenacious growl escaping her throat.

The patchwork boy dances beside her. Both of them dodging left and right, nearly escaping the sweeping motions of the massive bear. With the two younger pups making work of destroying the bear’s hind limbs, Sloan helps to distract it. Her loud barks piercing through the air, teeth striking out to parry against the bear’s paw that aims for her head.

Trying not to get hurt, but also doing her best to make sure the other guy can snag the bear’s face. When he lunges in, so does Sloan. Loud, annoying, ear piercing barks that distract the bear from trying to peel the patchwork boy from its face.

Handsomest distraction in the room, or at least, Wake is pretty sure of that much. It's hard to keep his attention trained on the bear with all the barking, but at least they're doing a good job. The beast is well and distracted, slowly crippling as they continue their assault. Really, he needed to learn sooner or later, right?

Ripping and tearing, rending flesh with teeth, they converge on the thing. Wake can feel the bear's blood run down his chin, staining the front of his coat. Everything is glorious, beautiful, wonderful about it. Bearing down, it shouldn't be long yet. Already wobbling over his hind end, they're nearly there.

WAKE UP

Relentless and vile, Björn's attack is perhaps disproportionate to the violence of the situation. He doesn't need to worry, he doesn't need to dwell, he can simply be. Perhaps it's the pent up frustration that courses in his system, thick and hot. Enough to take him over and blot out the other things he feels. Letting that frustration go as he deals blow after blow to the beast's hind legs, call it catharsis. Wobbling over its feet, the polar bear looks rough. More than rough, threatening to go down at any moment. Stumbling and kicking out weakly, as blood spills from its body, hanging thick in the air and splashing across the snow. Nearly fucken there, hell yeah. BJÖRN Ragnarök awaits.

Sloan is more than pleased to be the distraction. Using her paws to dance out of the way, she keeps her distance just enough so the bear can’t snag her. Its teeth flash in front of her face, wretched breath pouring hot air over her. Fighting back the urge to gag, she instead taunts it back. Barking loudly and sharply, she continues to keep its beady black eyes on her instead of the eyes. She can see how tired it’s getting, the life beginning to drain from its eyes. Pleased to see the group of younger being so sufficient, Sloan continues to dance barely out of the bear’s grasp.