they'll push your buttons

Tyrian whirled around as soon as he heard the bear squall. Aerndis, it seemed, had finished her skinning. Damn that was fast! It was a good thing, too, because this was a lot of bear for one wolf to handle and none of his companions had yet make it over to them to engage. He raced back towards the bear and ran into its blind side. Time to put the fangs to use. Tyrian stabbed them into the bear's rib cage and raked downwards. Unsurprisingly they didn't go far, but it gave him an idea of what he was capable of.

He pulled free quickly as the bear turned to face him. Instead of running this time he lifted a paw and struck the bear across the face with his claws. The bear, not expecting this from a wolf, was startled back a step. Then and only then did Tyrian take off. He could only get so lucky. Best not tempt fate too much; it was a fickle thing.

With a burst of speed he aimed to put distance between himself and the enraged bear. Hopefully Aerndis was ready another attack...