The Enemy of My Enemy

Gossamer's tail twitched as she waited for the pine pitch to dry. If she tried using her spear too early then it could fall apart but she also didn't want that smelling little boy getting ahead of her so quickly. She heard something moving and as she turned around to see what Áskell was doing now she felt her stomach leap into her throat at the sight of the bear. Oh no, not another one of those things. Gossamer was frozen to the spot. Ásta came up beside her and spoke in a low voice. "Ok you two, back away slowly and do not make eye contact with the bear." Gossamer gulped and nodded. Her fur was standing on end, ears pinned as she slowly started to back away from the massive creature.