black bear singing in the dead of night

By the time Ignis called out Noir was already on the move, for one so young he was fearless. However, he could see the sabre like claws that sought his flesh. He remembered what Shaye had been reduced to after the encounter with the small mountain lion. Noir wanted to be brave a fearless, but he wasn’t stupid. He cleared the claws as the bear regrouped and the bright red wolf who was his partner wordlessly agreed to his unspoked plight.

Ignis didn’t hesitate then, Noir could see the fire in the other boy’s eye and it ignited within him as well. Not the protective instinct, but the need to put his teeth to flesh. Like any wolf he lived by the blood of his prey, Noir wasn’t a great hunter but he had the killer instinct. That same urge awoke within him now and the blue marked boy raced after Ignis’ impressive form.

The boy only slowed when the bear was knocked on its side. Ignis was right on the bear, who had picked the wrong day to attack the pair of wolves. Noir skirted around behind the black furred beast and was splattered with blood from the ferocity of the red yearling’s attack. Noir was grinning when he added in his two cents. Avoiding the pointy parts Noir aimed to sink his teeth deep into the bear’s thick haunches. He mimicked Ignis’ movements and shook his head vigorously as his teeth sunk in.

Blood filled his mouth as adrenaline rushed through his young form. His eyes were bright and Noir felt more alive than ever before. The rush was incredible, he was so close to those giant claws. Though Ignis would be taking most of the brunt. He was a bigger target and closer than Noir, a fact the boy had been fully aware of when he attacked. He re-positioned his grip and shook his head violently again, managing to start a huge hole in the bear’s thigh. Blood covered the dark furred boy’s front. From his chin down to his toes bear blood began to stain.

The sudden foot to his face would displace the boy completely. The black bear had managed to kick at the pup, Noir felt the impact to his face and was forced to back down. He did manage to hold in his pained yelp as dark paws scrambled to retreat. Gritting his teeth he looked for another opening, unwilling to get kicked in the mouth again.

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