bad bear

Takeshi, too, had been skirting along the border between Ashen and the Armada when he caught the fresh scent of the bear. The boy paused, his massive paws coming to a stand still as his charcoal nose twitched, glowing red gaze narrowing. What was a bear doing along their mutual borders? It wasn’t uncommon for them to get brave and come in from the north or south, but to be so brazen as to sandwich itself between two clearly marked lands? Well, that just marked trouble. Even worse, he could smell the scent of a pup trailing after it.

The yearling moved quickly from a standstill to a run, a bit of panic in his chest. For a massive boy such as himself, a black bear wasn’t much of a challenge, but for a pup it could spell certain death. The scaly boy flew onto the scene quickly, finding, to his horror, an Armada pup that looked to be, if he were being generous, the size of his paw, bearing down on the predator. He grit his teeth, a growl of his own thundering from his chest as he rushed forward to take the lead, his thick frame bowling into the bear before it could retaliate against either of them.