Well Butter My Bears and Call Me A Fool

Shilah bounded at of the way as the bear whipped around, its claws just grazing the top of his hips. The blow stung but it wasn't serious. He whipped around to see how the other wolf was faring. It seemed the younger man was doing well as he dodged away from the bears claws. Shilah noticed the big grin on the yearling's face. Seemed like he was enjoying himself. There was a certain element of fun to the fight, Shilah had to admit, though he was eager to get the bear out of his space. With the bear distracted Shilah went for the worst attack he could do to the bear. He dove from the back, right between the creature's legs as his fangs ripped into the bear's scrotum. It yowled and twisted around before sitting down sharply, clearly in pain. Shilah grinned. The bear got up and started to run. He dove quickly after the bear with a snarl, seeking to drive it off farther away from them.