Tired of bears

The yearling male wasted no time in bounding out of the water and up onto dry land, drawing the attention of the gaunt sow. When she roared defensively at the mottled wolf, it gave the cosmic brute enough time to dance further out of range of her massive paws. Taking advantage of her exposed neck and diverted attention, he lunged into her personal space and grab hold of her forelimb. Just above the wrist, where he would have the best leverage to pull the sow off-balance. In that same moment, the smaller male had taken his own chance and grabbed hold of her thigh. With two wolves latched onto a leg each, shaking and pulling and tearing at her meager flesh, the hungry bear began to realize the gravity of her error.

The sharp points of his tusks, set just behind his lower canines, were continually shearing flesh as they rubbed back and forth against the tissue with each swing of his head, worsening the wounds he inflicted on the grizzly sow. He could tell that her balance was faltering, but when the grizzly decided to turn her attention on him, Deion had only a scant half of a second to respond to the burning pain of her teeth colliding with the side of his head. The celestial giant dropped the she-bear's wrist and flinched out of the range of her crushing jaws. Blood began to well immediately from the gouges down the side of his face, having only barely missed his eye. Skittering further out of reach, he found himself wide eyed and thrumming with adrenaline. She looked more frantic now. "Let's get her beyond our borders, yeah?" he barked, daring to take his eyes off of the bear to see what the soot mottled brute was doing.