Oh Pooh... bear

Álarr raced through the battlefield, his pack bouncing on his back, his armor chaffing against his skin as he tried to put as much distance between himself and the bear as possible but the beast was far faster than he'd thought. Bears all across Boreas were waking up from their winter slumber, cranky, hungry. Álarr had lucked out in gathering some honey and beeswax for various healing projects but in doing so he had some how managed to piss off a bear who very much wanted those spoils. Now he was running for his life. Stamina wasn't going to keep him going forever and the bear was gaining on him. His snow white raven, Brynhildr called a warning from the sky. Ok, it was time to fight.

Álarr pivoted sharply and charged forward. The bear was momentarily taken by surprise and the wolf took this moment to slip along the bear's right side and dig his fangs into the bear's knee. Álarr immediately started thrashing his head, ripping flesh and sinew before dodging to the side the bear's claws just missing his head.