Goldilocks Ain't Got Nothing On Me!

Skælingr circled behind the bear as the other three moved for the front. He watched as the jaguar attacked the bear's face and the other two took hold of the bears front limbs. Skælingr tensed then ran forward, leaping onto the bears back. He scrambled up, his jaws latching onto the bear's other ear as he trashed his head. He wrapped his arms tight around the bears neck. The grizzly shook violently, tossing him off. He hit the ground hard, the air knocked out of his lungs.

The bear had had enough and turned and fled, limping away from his injuries. Skælingr took a deep breath and slowly got to his feet. He looked to the stranger. "Thanks for your help, I-" Skælingr paused and squinted at a large white shape that was approaching the trio of wolves. "Umm… do I have a concussion or is that a polar bear?"