Shouldn't You Be Sleeping?

Her mother already had her violet gaze locked on the angry ursine as she was speaking. Asla gave her guidance: same as before. It was a simple instruction, but it had worked well a few minutes ago for them! Why fix what wasn't broken, right? The bear roared and charged at them, and this time Satira was smart enough to bound out of its way while Asla took it head on. That was why she had gotten caught by the snake last time, and she wasn't going to make the mistake of being somewhere she shouldn't have been in a fight.

Satira watched her mother swipe at the bear's face with her claws and snap her jaws at its face, the two apex predators going at one another with vicious fangs and violent snarls. Narrowing her gaze to focus on the bear's exposed shins, Satira ran as fast as she could around to the back of the bear, homing in on a hind leg and throwing herself into her enemy. She dug her feline-like claws into its ankles, though it was more to hold on and less likely to cause harm given how small they were, but they allowed Tira to grapple the bear and get a few good bites on its skin until she tasted blood.

The bear gave a startled and confused grunt, glancing back just as Tira let go to run back to her safe distance, grinning proudly with a few speckles of red on her tiny muzzle from the wound she'd caused.

"Satira Fatalis"