Shouldn't You Be Sleeping?

Asla watched as Tira ran in, grasped one big, burly leg, gave the bear a bite, and ran away. Did she mention that she was proud? Because she was. Blood in the air made the bear angry, but it was also rethinking its attack. What had it gotten itself into? Well, the two lovely ladies were going to show it exactly what it walked into.

The bear turned its head to look back at the retreating child and Asla took the opportunity to snap her jaws onto one of its thick jowls. The bear grunted and gave its head a shake, but Asla was already backtracking. Running around the side, she bit its elbow, then its rotund side, teeth digging in, but leaving no lasting damage. The bear turned, following the larger wolf. That was exactly what it should be doing.

Asla pushed the bear back and away from where she and Satira had been having their drink. Yes, there was an entire river to drink from, but it was the principle of the matter. The bear had disturbed them, now it would learn that this little piece of river belonged to the wolves for however long they were here.

"Aslatiel"