Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

Lynvarr held on until the other men let go, swiftly releasing his grip on the tiger he shuffled back to get out of the way as it flailed and scrambled back to its feet. Finally free, the cat took off, limping as it went. Panting, Lynvarr turned to the other men and nodded, still unable to speak. Shilah moved for the kill and Lynvarr followed. He started eating when he noticed Shilah stand up suddenly. He swallowed and looked up. "What is it?" No sooner did the question leave his mouth then a large grizzly bear charged. Lynvarr dove out of the way, narrowly avoiding the bears fangs. First a lion, then a tiger, now a fucking bear? Lynvarr was ready to cut his losses but the bear was showing unrivaled aggression. It didn't want the bears anywhere in sight and he didn't like the idea of just being run off. Lynvarr darted forward, fangs latching into the bears butt. It roared and twisted around trying to get at him. He let go and bounded to the side out of reach.