Oh Pooh... bear

Sylvia had been curled up in her makeshift den just on the border of the Battlefield, resting for the day before she would attempt another spar with a stranger. Her muscles hummed with a pleasurable ache from the training, a wonderful sensation she had forgotten since leaving her homeland. In her peaceful rest, Sylvia may have slept the whole day away without knowing it. However when the ground rumbled slightly from a heavy disturbance nearby and the faint sounds of huffs and grunts touched her ears, Sylvia was immediately up and clawing her way to the surface to catch a glimpse. When she finally got onto the Battlefield, her amethyst gaze fell on a snow white flash, dashing just beyond the reach of an enraged bear. The female watched for but a moment, wondering just what had caused the large creature to be so angry, before she witnessed the wolf flip tactics. 

The moment the two made contact, Sylvia realized what an opportunity this would be. She had been wanting her own hide, her own armor, and perhaps, just maybe, if she were to lend a helping paw, the stranger might just let her take some. Brown paws hit the ground running then, claws digging into the dirt to push her body forward. Once she was within a few yards she slowed her pace just slightly, violet orbs charting a path through the ground and calculating the best take off point. With the bear honed in on the other wolf, Sylvia had the opportunity to surprise the beast, and she would take it. Pushing off of her hind legs the russet woman launched herself onto the back of the bear, extending her claws to get a firm placement before biting into the flesh just above the bears right shoulder. Sylvia would violently shake her head from side to side, attempting to take a chunk with her if the Gods would have it. 

Suddenly a large claw came around the bears side, attempting to swat away her attack. Not wanting to risk the damage those long talons would make, Sylvia reluctantly let go, jumping ship. She left just in time too, because her left hock felt the tinge of the bears claw scraping against her skin, causing her to land roughly onto the ground. She was quick to pivot around, facing the bear and the wolf, wondering what would happen next. Her gaze fell on the white wolf once more, noting that the male was not just snow white, but was marked with raven ink around his legs and eyes. He was a handsome creature, and if they were to make it out of this alive, she would be sure to catch his name. Her gaze sharply turned back to the bear, and she let out a series of sharp, threatening barks in an attempt to turn the bears attention to her so perhaps the male could launch an unopposed attack.