wrong part of town

Lynvarr skirted the southern portions of northern Boreas, eventually working his way down into the Rock Garden of the eastern regions. The weather was decent, warm and sunny though a cool breeze was blowing in from the north. Summer was half over with and it wouldn't be long before autumn crept into the higher lands. Lynvarr leapt upon one of the nearby rocks to get a view of the surrounding area when he noticed a large white shape. A polar bear? What was it doing so far south in the summer? Was it ill?

Lyn didn't think to long on it before he noticed the bear charging toward a black and orange shape. It was the horned man he'd fought with some time back. Well, so much for them never running into each other again and of course it was near another predator. He turned and barked to Káti, the man he'd been traveling with before charging after the bear.

Lynvarr closed the distance swiftly, jaws diving down as he seized the back of the bear's left ankle. He thrashed his head then released it and ran as the bear twisted around to chase after him.