I wasn't even looking for trouble!

Rudyard's plan was simple: he would distract the bear and get in quick attacks where he could, Romulus would go for the bulk of the assault. It was an easy and direct plan and he approved. When Rudy promised that he wouldn't let the bear hit him, Roman gave a barking laugh and shot his pack mate a wily grin. "Good, because this handsome mug is just about my only good feature," he joked in return. His grin fell when he saw the bear veering towards them, roaring with vicious teeth bared. Oh, it was show time! Flashing his fangs back, Roman charged in with Rudy, the two wolves diverting off in different directions around the enraged ursine.

Silvery steel eyes followed the bear's movement while Romulus circled the bear, letting Rudy do his thing ducking in and avoiding the swiping paws to keep the bear's attention on him. When the bear was sufficiently distracted, the silver and slate wolf maneuvered to the bear's side and charged in, sprinting underneath the bear's belly with jaws snapping at its inner thighs. He found purchase in fatty flesh, feeling meat tear away and blood pool in his mouth. The bear bellowed in pained shock, trying to rear onto its hind legs and get to the wolf beneath it, but Roman was already running back out, feeling the air displace just behind his rump while the bear swiped at him.

With the bear's thighs rent, its movements became more like shambles as it lost blood and couldn't support its weight very well. Romulus nodded to Rudy, giving the other wolf the signal to keep it distracted while he waited for another opening to really cripple the bear.

"Romulus Armada"