brown bear brown bear what do you see?

Kione had gotten a chunk of bear rump in his mouth as Eraithus had kept it busy with his own attacks. As the dog turned to grab the first new target the presented itself he heard the wolf’s call to go for the throat.  Kione grinned, he could do that.  Kione put his trust in the blue wolf to not get himself killed so that he could focus on the plan.  

Two strides carried Kione to in front of the bear, a powerful leap to slam himself into the bear’s throat, claws scratching for purchase as his fangs locked in.  Kione jaw’s tightened on the throat, shaking his head, as his feet sometimes did and sometimes did not touch the ground as the bear swung him about trying to shake off the determined dog.  Kione finally let go when a bear’s paw was aimed at him.  The painted dog backed up, blood coating his muzzle and other splotches along his face.  He stepped back admiring the blood coming from the bear’s neck.

Technically it was still alive but with the blood pouring from its wounds Kione doubted it would be for long.  The painted dog licked some of the blood from his face, waiting for the bear to weaken so that he could go in for a more relaxed bite.  “C’mon ya walkin pelt,” the dog mocked it, “not gonna lose to something you can step on are ya?” Of course it was.  It already had.  Kione just couldn’t seem to help but mock the things he was killing.  It was fun to see how riled up the enemy got.

"Good time there friend," Kione offered as an aside to the blue wolf.  Still, for his bluster and for his confidence the polar bear was dead Kione still wasn't taking his eyes off of it.  Sometimes folks don't realize when they were already dead.

"Speech"