More Than A Little While

Álarr started moving again but he didn't go far before he noticed that Afi had stopped as well. Something had caught the feline's attention but the cat was so short he couldn't see over the grasses, tall as they were. A warning bark caught his attention and as he turned to try and find the source he caught sight of a large brown shape moving towards him and he froze. It was a bear! What was it doing? Didn't bears sleep through the winter? His heart started hammering in his chest as he wondered if the volcanic eruption had done something to shake some bears out of their dens early. What happened if they couldn't find a place to rest? Oh crap!

The bear charged but as it did the man who'd called out the warning shout started nipping at its back legs. The bear swatted lazily at the man as if trying to bat away an annoying fly and then it rose and tried to crash down on Álarr. With a yell he dove between the bears hind legs just as it crashed down. He quickly brought his head up, latching onto the bear's tail and whipping his head in a violent thrash. The bear roared in pain and whirled around trying to get at the pup who stumbled and hung on for dear life. Brynhildr, the white raven, gained altitude then dove down her talons shredding across the bears face, striking one eye and soliciting another roar as it batted futilely at the agile bird. Afi stayed out of the way but kept his feline eyes peeled for an opening. He was not a big cat and hoped that between the wolves and the bird the bear would choose to go for easier prey.