bear necessity

As he'd suspected the bear ended up being...well, a typical black bear. It spun to face him, sized him up with beady little eyes, and then made for the hills as though its life depended on it. Tyrian, pleased with his true prophecy, laughed rudely after the bear. How could he not? It was such a comical sight; the rotund, bane of bees, berries and easily frightened things running as fast as its stumpy little legs could carry it. Even once there was a good bit of distance between them Tyrian could see its fat thighs jiggling with the effort. So again, how could he not laugh? He glanced at Lachlan, fully expecting the man to be laughing as well, and sobered immediately as his attention was drawn to the blood that contrasted so sharply with Lachlan's white coat.

"Hey, thanks," Lachlan said, the simple, untroubled greeting clashing with the thin rivulets of blood running into his eye. "You can thank me later," Tyrian replied absently as he stepped forward to gently brush at Lachlan's eye with a paw. Perhaps it was a little too intimate for almost-strangers, but they'd fucked once and that had to put them into a special category apart from normal conventions, right? Besides, as far as he could tell Lachlan might be blind in that eye. He had ample reason to take liberties here.

"You know, it's flattering and all but," he teased as he tried to assess the damage, "If you wanted to get my attention there are less bloody ways to do it." Tyrian shrugged, seemingly nonchalant. "Not that I mind, mind you, I'm just saying." It was a front; bears could do some serious damage and Tyrian was concerned that Lachlan might have been blinded. Even wusses like black bears had formidable claws.