so critical

As the boys went over the top with their initial assaults, Resin was more cautious. She watched the way that the old bear moved. She watched its mannerisms. The wide scars along her left shoulder and chest were from a bear. She knew all too well what they were capable of. On its hind legs, the beast was gargantuan. On all fours, it was less so, but still just as threatening. There was only one clear course of action.

While the boys kept the ursine's attention, the old warrior made her way behind it. It was much too easy to do, but she simply sank her teeth into the bears left heel and thrashed her head back and forth. The tendon snapped like a branch and the bear lost usage of the limb. It screamed as only a bear can and spun, ignoring the wolf on its back and the one at its front. Head on, it did its best to charge at the maned woman, but she sidestepped and curled her way back behind it once more.