Coyote Ugly

The wind shifted as his head jerked up. Bear? Out at this season? It didn’t smell right. ” Isolde, fly.”

The Hawk took to the wing and climbed as the bear charged. Taliesyn didn’t hesitate. Where other horses might have fled, the stallion bounded forward, ears laying flat to his neck among the whipping mane. The bear was clearly only really seeing the giant glowing white horse, and veered to zero in on the stallion.

A paw lifted to slap for the horse, but Taliesyn’s front legs had already snapped up, knees tucking as his head slung down, the blade-tipped horn carving across the bear’s face along the cheek.

He veered away, drawing it in a circle to face away from the young wolf.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think