wrong part of town

Blood stained the polar bear's white fur as the wolven trio continued to deal their damage. As the bear tried to follow and attack the wolves with its injured hind leg it soon lost its balance and fell to its side. At that moment the wolves descended on it. Lynvarr seized hold of the bear's throat, this time keeping to the back of the bear's neck and reaching over to use his weight to help keep the bear down. At this angle it also made him harder to reach. He saw the horned man drive his horns into the bear's ribs and felt the bear shudder. Lynvarr latched his jaws tighter over it's throat, digging into the place he'd previously wounded where the flesh was thinner. Soon the blood loss put an end to the polar bear and Lynvarr released his grip before looking at the horned man and giving a nod. "Name is Lynvarr. I figure if we keep running into each other I out to let you know."