Oh Pooh... bear

Oh shit.. she thought to herself as the bear turned to charge her. Sure, Sylvia had wanted to get the bears attention, but watching the massive grizzly charge her, well it was just a bit too much attention. Her eyes widened as her legs stiffened, wondering for a split second how she was going to get out of this one. But before she could react, a pale bird swooped down in front of her, attacking the bears face and causing blood to spray out from the wounds. Is everyone against the bear?  She wondered to herself with a grin on her lips before taking the opportunity to run to the left side of the bear and out of it's sights. She turned in time to see the bird, now more obviously a white raven, climb into the sky with power flaps of it's wings. When her violet gaze turned back to the enraged beast at hand, she found herself witnessing the male bite down into the flank of the grizzly. Sylvia tilt her head to the side, noting it wasn't the most flattering attack one could go for, but it seemed to be useful nonetheless. Next thing she knew, the beast had turned on the horned male, ready to attack him once more. Sylvia, being the gentlewoman she was, wouldn't let that happen. 

The female charged to the bear's side, aiming her snapping jaws to the bears armpit, trying to sever something vital to end this wicked bears assault. But her movements must have drawn the bears attention, for as she was mere feet away the bear shifted to turn to her. Shit... shit... shit! The woman would hiss mentally. Her momentum wouldn't be stopped and redirected in time to get away safely, so instead she would leap forward, digging into the bears rib cage. The bear's hide was thick, but for a creature just waking from it's winter hibernation, it lacked the inches of fat that would normally prevent her attack from reaching any muscles or tendons. Instead her canines breached the hide and tore into the muscle, causing blood to bleed out of the wounds and across her muzzle. Suddenly Sylvia was flung off the bear, sharp pain radiating off her right side before she hit the ground with a loud thud. The air collected in her lungs was forced out, causing her to gasp loudly and cough harshly.

Worried orchid eyes glanced down to her side as she attempted to catch her breath, noting the slashes of red along her hip. Sylvia would cringe at the sight more than the pain, but she could not argue that the wound didn't sting. But her adrenaline would not let her feel the full force of the wound as her wide eyes turned back to the grizzly; the murderous snarl that was wedged onto it's muzzle seemed to be highlighted by the slashes cut into it's face by the white raven, blood dripping down it's golden pelt. The beast puffed out air as it shifted its stance, a limp in its hind leg where the male wolf carved out his mark, and the side she had tore into now had a small, steady stream of blood falling from it. "Bastard... just die already!" She growled, pulling herself onto her paws with a grunt. This was going to suck.