No Future, No Past, All You Are Is Bear Food

Lúta risked a glance at the man as he slid but he was already back on his feet good. She heard the call of pain and grinned as the bear was down on one knee. She recognized the strategy and immediately lunged for the side of the bears head that was facing her, in order to take its attention off of Resin so she could finish her work. Lúta's fangs latched onto the bears face as her claws dug into the side of it's neck but as the bear twisted her grip shifted and her upper fangs plunged right into its eye. It roared and shoved her aside with it's uninjured front paw sending her flying. She felt its claws nick her side and the bruises she'd sustain from the blow and her landing would be brutal. She felt her fur torn and shredded on the rocks as she received a brutal road burn. Cursed thing! But at least the bears attention was on her and the man who immediately leapt into action as she was tossed aside.