Trouble Comin'

Eska was impressive with her skill and seemed to have a natural talent for fighting and battle. That was all well and fine with Io since she did not. The silvered woman took instruction, biting at the bears elbows to bring rich, tangy blood to the surface. The obsidian woman did as she could, snapping at heels and calves when able. Harrying the bear was the easy part. Eska was left with the difficult position.

As the brindled wolf pushed the bear onto its back, Iolaire barked out a laugh of amusement, eyes closing momentarily as she crossed her slender forelegs over her stomach. "Good tactic," she wheezed out before shaking her head and getting back to her paws. On the ground, the bear flailed, confused and bewildered. "Now would be a good time to get in there and do some damage. Teach this furball that it's not allowed or wanted here. Stay clear of the arms. They're strong!"

"Speech"