ah man yogi whyyy D:

Balsam was fighting a bear. The particulars of this encounter were unimportant. Suffice it to say that he'd made a mistake, the bear had taken offense, one thing had led to another and now...bear fight. If he were to sum it up in a word it was terrifying. He'd fought alligators and bobcats, and jackwagon giants, but never, not once, had he ever fought such a terrifying beast.

A giant clawed paw went sailing over his head so close Balsam swore he could hear air whistling through the bear's toes. He launched himself sideways at the bear, aiming to sink his teeth into its exposed left armpit. The treeling's plan was simple: death - or defeat - by a thousand cuts. His jaws weren't more than a fly bite to the beast so it would take countless bites to dissuade it from killing him, but what choice did he have? Here in the ravine he was backed into a corner. Though he was a skilled climber the bear would snatch him down and tear him apart before he got out of reach. Of that he was sure.