they'll push your buttons

Though there was a great deal of distance between himself and the bear still, Tyrian planted himself in a place that unmistakably in his way. He lowered his head and fixed with an unblinking stare. There was no mistaking his intentions, he just wanted to give it a chance to reconsider what it was doing. There were two wolves and an assortment of other critters up here waiting for it. If it had any sense it would leave. As he waited he threw a casual reply to Aerndis over his shoulder. "Nah, Valentine's my dad. Seraphim's my older brother." He never met him, just heard about him. He was one of those mythical relatives Tyrian had heard about growing up.

"Yeah don't worry about it," he said casually to Aerndis as the bear picked up speed. "I can handle this guy; I eat bears for breakfast." Tyrian had just enough time to sneak a sly smirk his niece's way before the bear was too close for comfort. He ran at it with a roar and set about menacing it. Perhaps today would be the day he got to use his fangs for real against a predator. Because it was so easy for them to deal lethal blows he was usually careful to limit their use to slashing ans blocking.