Coyote Ugly

The girl dove in and delivered another bite to the bear, which bellowed after the young wolf as she bolted. Taliesyn nodded to himself, noting that she wasn’t going to turn back. However, the bear made a movement to lunge after the girl, and Taliesyn’s ears flicked back.

Wheeling on his hocks he brought his front hooves down, hind feet flashing back in a well-aimed, definitive strike. Both hooves struck hard on the bear’s head, and he heard a heavy thud as the bear hit the ground, convulsing. He wheeled and backed several stepped to survey the thrashing form, then bolted forward and plunged his horn between the ribs, ensuring that the beast wouldn’t be after them again.

He backed away with a heavy snort, nostrils flaring then wrinkling with distaste as a trickle of blood slid down the spire of his horn to his brow. He’d have to find a stream to wash his head in after this.

He turned with a flick of his tail, head tilting to the side as a flutter of wings announced Isolde’s presence above him. “Now are all the threats gone?”

Isolde clicked her beak, then said, abashed, “Yes. I’m sorry I missed the bear…”

Taliesyn snorted, head shaking. “No need to apologize. It was unexpected. You were watching after the coyotes. A hawk can’t see in all directions all the time.”

Another click of the beak before she pushed off, back into the sky to patrol, just in case. Taliesyn, meanwhile, made his way to the girl, eyes checking her over once more before he asked, “Are you alright?”

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