Don't Even Think About It.

The Warlord found her and the bear at the Shrine. He snarled at the sigh of her harrying the beast away. Fearless despite the injuries given to her from another beast at another time. White hot rage filled Seers vision at the memory of that attack. Of watching Resin get hurt and being powerless to prevent it. He would allow no such thing this time. With a scream, Marshal came down from the sky, his screech a war cry. It had been a long time since rage had consumed the titan beast, and the feel of it fed his companions. Bast came roaring out of the undergrowth, slashing at its feet with razor claws.

Lastly came the mountain of a wolf. Of the largest in the land, and near undefeated in matter of fighting and war. Rage clinging to him like a second skin as he came careening into the fight. He was a freight train without breaks, and he thundered into the back of the bears legs. Knocking its feet out from under it as it collapsed on the misty ground by the Shrine. Rage still consuming him, all fury and the need to keep what was his safe. the wolf that would be his lieutenant was left bleeding on the pack floor. Sirius did not know if he would fight again. Resin, at risk of a bears might once more, and relentless in her desire to keep the pack safe.

He roared his hatred at the bear, the aninilkstic sound leaving spittle in its fur, his dire fangs extended and bloody, as all sense fled from the berserker. He would tear this bear apart, layer by layer. Flay it alive, if that's what it took to keep his people safe and sate his bloodlust.