Oh Pooh... bear

Álarr's heart was racing, he could hear the blood pounding in his ears as he drew in shaky breaths. His entire body was tensed to keep the bear from crushing him. The weight, the smell, the blood, he could feel panic starting to stir in his belly. He tried to shake his head but when he did his muscles ached in protest, shivering at effort they were already building. He heard the woman cry and out and he was quick to answer. "Yes, please help!" He didn't know what to do. When the bear had lunged the attack seemed so clear and sensible and it was only now that he was moments away from being crushed that he realized he'd made a mistake.

The woman body slammed the bear with enough force that it toppled to the side and Álarr was able to retract his horns. The pulled free with a gross sucking sound and a good amount of blood and bile soaked his head. "Ughhh…." He made a face as the juices matting his fur before turning to look at the woman. "Um, yea, I guess so. I don't know, when it was about to fall down on me it seemed to be the right thing to do. Though I would've been flattened if you hadn't been here so thanks for that." He grinned. "My name is Álarr, what's yours?"