The Enemy of My Enemy

Gossamer turned and ran when Ásta ordered her to. She'd see a bear before, she'd seen what it could do and now she knew better than to stick around. Besides, Natha was on the seen and she knew the feline had a long history of battling bears of all shapes and sizes and the boys father was there to. The grown ups would take care of it. She bounded through the brush and away from the river, slowing to a stop as Áskell did. She sat down panting, listening to the sounds of battle in the distance. When he looked to her and spoke she nodded and offered a weak smile. "Yea, truce." They'd both put their spears to good use today. They both won.