Momma bear ain't happy

The bear snarled and roared in fury as its paws swiped wildly at them. Its attention had been turned on him and Gil snarled in response. Lunging forward to nip at its legs, the attention was quickly turned back to the dog. Noticing from the corner of his own eye that the dog had been able to get ahold of a paw, he smiled. Ah, it was nice fighting a predator with someone who was competent.

Focusing again, Gil took his opportunity to deal more damage while the bear's attention was drawn away. Pressing toward the ground, he bunched up his muscles before springing forward and leaping onto the bear's shoulder. Digging his teeth into the thick fur and sinewy muscle, he listened to the bear groan in pain. Shaking his own head so that he could rip his own bite off of the bear, he released as the bear turned back to him.

It was obvious now that the bear was confused. Who was it supposed to focus on? Keeping his distance, Gil lunged again as he circled around toward the bear's haunches. Biting aggressively at the bear's legs, he continued to dance and puncture the bear while dodging potentially fatal blows.

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