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Kione did have a very offensive style of fight and it worked well for him but, it wasn’t a style that many employed.  Perhaps he shouldn’t have excited the wolf so much that she tried to make so light of the fight before them.  Kione tended to keep a lighthearted act up even in serious situations, even if his attention was hyper-focused on a threat.  It’s just how the painted dog was.  It was obvious to Kione that despite Fern’s attempt to play she didn’t have the same speed as the dog.  

It wasn’t that she was a bad fighter but she either lacked the same level of experience, lacked the body strength, or wasn’t giving the bear the respect it deserved.  Fern ran by with a clear line of attack for the bear’s face.  Kione’s eyes switched between the bear’s paws to see what it planned to use to attack Fern with for her going in close.  A paw swiped at Kione and he springboarded over it and had to leap up for his own attack.  The bear’s rage of the eye being bit into had it start rising up off the ground. Kione’s legs were as good as springboards with his lithe frame, leaping up to latch his teeth into the bear’s nose.  Had the bear had half a mind it could have tried biting with Kione right there but it just shook its head to try and fling both canines off of him.  Kione saw fern land on the ground and he let go of his own grip on the nose.

The bear had lost any sort of logic or game plan to the fight, he was dangerous in the fact of his having claws and teeth but much easier to deal with as the brain was practically shut down and it couldn’t see anything.  Kione saw Fern heading his way looking pleased and even as he ran to try and stop the bear’s paw from intercepting with her this time the dog wasn’t fast enough.  The dog saw her fall and didn’t bother with the bear’s paw that had injured her.  The dog jogged to one side of the bear, leaping up onto the bear’s back, gripping teeth into the bear’s neck as it tried to stand and shake him.  The bear was losing strength though and was wobbly as it started to go up.  Was it all weakness or was their fear and uncertainty of fighting when he couldn’t see anything.  Kione really didn’t care.  The dog ripped off a chunk of meat in the neck, spat it out, gripped back on tenaciously, and repeated.  The bear no longer could follow up on its attack on the downed wolf.

The bear's blood was running down its face from an eye, from its nose, the stomach, legs and now even more so Kione was making a decent size rip into its neck.  The bear was too weak to shake him, it tried raising a paw to thrash at him but it would mean weight on its other front paw and that wasn’t working so well either.  Unfortunately for the bear all it could eventually do was stand there, then lay there as Kione dug in.  Normally Kione might have finished a fine meal of bear once it was down but this time he leaped off and headed to Fern.  The bear didn’t have the strength to defend itself, it certainly didn’t have the strength to attack.  All it could do was wait for death.

“Here now luv, looks like you got a scratch.” That was putting it minor but Kione didn’t see a need to get into the gritty details. “The bear’s done in, quite the tasty bit of meat if you avoid the front end but I believe you’d rather be getting home?”  He didn’t know a lot about medicine to help her injury so while it was concerning he could only hope it wasn’t life-threatening.  Could she walk on her own and how far did she have to travel was another concern.  Kione wasn’t the sort that wanted to always help every stranger in need.  However, without a pack, he was temporarily happy to help most for simple companionship.  This was another matter, he had fought with her, he had failed to defend her and as his failing, it was his job to make sure she stayed safe.  It was not a long-term friendship but merely Kione’s version of morals.


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