bad bear

It seemed, to his dismay, that the little kid couldn’t hang on after all. He watched as he began to dislodge, Takeshi beginning to rush to his side to prevent him from being flung forcefully into the ground, but it seemed the pup wouldn’t need it. Instead, he slid down like he was on a waterslide, his tiny needle claws raking ribbons into the side of the bear. He landed on his feet like a cat, looked at him with a concerning discernment in his eyes, uttered a bye, then left. Takeshi was utterly speechless. He watched him, forgetting for a moment that the bear was still there, until it gave another pained roar. The yearling cursed, turning and rushing toward the predator. It was blinded by pain and blood and the wounds he’d inflicted on its eyes. He was able to easily dive in and deliver a bite to its throat. He released and ducked out of the way as the animal swatted at him with another, this time choked, roar. Takeshi darted in, delivering another bite, and another, until the bear stumbled and fell. It was then that the glowing boy climbed on top of it and pinned it on its side with his weight, securing its forelegs down so it couldn’t swat at him. He sank his teeth into its throat one last time, holding tight until it took its last breath. He stepped over it, chest heaving from exertion and blood dripping down his mouth and chest. He gave another glance in the direction the pup had gone, shaking his head in disbelief and giving a sigh before he grabbed the bear by the back of the scruff and began dragging the body back toward the palace to be skinned and dismembered.