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

Luta did what needed to be done and bit into the bears throat. If it wasn't for the brute jumping on the bears back, it very well might have arched and flung the scarred woman away. She continued to hold onto it's muzzle, cutting off its air supply. Eventually, lack of oxygen and blood loss did its job and the beast died. It dropped to the ground and Resin pulled back, her face black with blood. Her ribs and spine were throbbing where the bear had been squeezing her. The woman sat, head lowered, jaws wide, and tongue lolled in a pant. The brute questioned them and she merely nodded, not able to speak just yet.

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.