Oh Pooh... bear

Álarr pivoted to face the bear, his hackles raised as he snarled. At 44" tall he was a sizable creature himself though he was still dwarfed by the sheer mass of the grizzly bear that was now, no pun intended, bearing down on him. That was where he realized his miscalculation. Álarr had assumed that if he attacked and acted aggressively that the bear would decide to leave him be in search of easier prey, yet here it was still moving toward him. What was going on? Surely he didn't look that much like a… his face fell as he remembered his horns. Oh… shit. Well, it was very likely the stupid bear saw the horns and immediately thought prey despite the wolf's earlier attack. Or maybe it really was just mad at him. Whatever the reason things exploded into motion a moment later.

A strange wolf leapt onto the bears back, fangs ripping into the beasts shoulder. Álarr did not recognize her but he was glad for the help. The bear reached around and she was forced to let go. The pair locked eyes for a moment before she began to bark to catch the bears attention. It worked. With an angry snarl the bear whipped around and charged for the woman, all four legs beating the ground, sending dirt flying as that massive maw opened wide.

Álarr charged himself, his long legs propelling him forward as he let out one short bark. The call was to his companion, a pale white raven. Brynhildr dove down sharply talons outstretched as she sought to puncture one of the bear's eyes. She did not score an eye but her talons ripped into the flesh of the bears face. Droplets of blood scattered into the air as she quickly climbed into the sky in order to dodge the fierce fangs. Álarr had a less glamorous target. His jaws ripped into the bears behind, eliciting another pained cry. Surely between the two of them the bear would just give up and flee but instead it whirled around to face him once more. With a snarl, Álarr lowered his horns in preparation.