Unknown Danger

*Skælingr* · 08-15-2020, 08:24 PM

Well this was one stubborn ursine. Skælingr growled as the bear dove for the yearling, not intent on leaving just yet. The boy danced ahead of the bear but it was only a matter of time before their luck ran out. Skælingr was faced with the bear's backside once more. Sizing up his target Skælingr leapt forward with his fangs bared. He dove his head down and latched his fangs on the back of the bear's left leg, right over the achille's tendon. He immediately thrashed his head seeking to tear as much flesh as he could. The bear roared in pain and it turned to try and get at him. Skælingr found himself being practically dragged until the bear, with a great leap, tore its leg from his fangs. Skæling swiftly got to his feet, wincing as he did so. The bear was clearly in pain and limping. It glared at the wolves for a moment before it turned and ambled off back toward the woods. Skælingr watched it warily for a moment before sitting down heavily.

"Wretched beast… You ok, kid?"

"Speech"

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