brown bear brown bear what do you see?

Kione heard the wolf join the fray and laughed in pleasure as once again there would be help in the fray.  The painted dog had no concept of playing it safe apparently.  He spun about and ran back in trusting the wolf had his part in order, certainly, the bear seemed unhappy with teeth sunk into its ankle.  Its head had turned to face the blueish wolf and Kione couldn’t ask for anything better.

Kione’s teeth sunk into the polar bear's giant cheek, jerking his head to actually tear off a chunk of skin, back peddling fast as the bear swung its head about with a roar of pain and a massive, massive paw swinging out in Kione’s direction.  Kione showed his feelings on it as he took one showy chomp of the fur, skin, and hint of meat in his mouth then swallowed it.  Dang, that bear was pissed, and again it wasn’t watching the wolf.  Kione was the flashy sort for sure and enjoyed pissing off the enemy, it tended to make them stupid.

Kione didn’t watch to see what blue-boy was up to and instead spun around to head towards the bear’s flank.  He intended to get a good bite of bear-rump.  The bear’s hot stinky breath would let him know if the bear’s head was following him or dealing with the wolf.  Kione had never seen a white bear before but meat’s meat.


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