Get Used To Everything Being Bigger Than You

Asla ran circles around the tired bear and Tira would be able to as well. It almost wasn't a fair fight. Perhaps this bear had already been asleep once and had woken for some reason or another. Or perhaps it was just getting one last meal in before it bedded down through the coldest months of the year. Either way, it was slow and wasn't putting up much of a fight at all. That was all well and good for the fawn colored fae. It would be a nice and easy beginners lesson for Satira.

With one eye on the bear, the other eye was on the girl, watching as she made her small bites and retreated. That was exactly what Asla had wanted. Small attacks while she learned what she was and wasn't capable of. So far, the girl was doing very well.

Another nip to the side of the bear pushed it further away from the pile of fruit that it had been feasting upon. It was already tired of this shit and had decided that it really didn't need any more sugar before its long sleep. The beast didn't even raise a paw to them, it simply began wandering off. Asla released a soft snort of amusement, but continued to harry the bear, careful not to draw blood though. She almost felt sorry for bothering it.

"Aslatiel"