Well Butter My Bears and Call Me A Fool

Shilah kept his defenses set, his ears back and his tail tucked as he ducked again from another blow from the bear. He half thought of turning around and trying to run but bear's were faster than their bulk would have one believe and he was new to this territory. Suddenly the bear whipped around and Shilah glanced another wolf. Aha, a rescuer! Shilah felt much better about fighting the bear with an ally. While the bear's attention was on the younger wolf he darted forward, running down the bear's side as his fangs tore into its knee. It was a fierce and nasty blow meant to damage ligaments rather than gain a solid hold. Shilah didn't want to leave his backside bare to a…well, bear.