Not so friendly welcome

Menea continued to find more and more traits that reminded her of Alastor in their son. He truly was his father's son. When given the option to chase off the bear he promptly changed the plan to killing it—something that made her smirk and and perhaps even a bit proud. She fully intended to raise her children to have the same bold confidence and zest for life that she and Alastor carried with them... she did however wish that Saracyn would perhaps learn a bit of caution so he wouldn't worry her so much. With their agreement made and his confirmation to follow her plan, she hopped over a cluster of bushes into the clearing, trotting over to the bear. She whistled to get its attention and to summon Temno and Ciemny from their perches. The pair of ravens swarmed the bear just as it was turning toward her. It roared in protest as her companions pecked at its face and drove it away from the cart, blindly stumbling around and turning away from the cart. "Thaaaat's right, come right this way, clumsy," she muttered, crouched and ready to fight as the ravens drove the bear away and into her reach.

Saracyn bolted out as soon as the bear was facing away from him and Manea watched as the young wolf tore into the bear's thigh with a furry. He certainly didn't lack any enthusiasm or ruthlessness, that was for certain, but he could perhaps use a bit of finesse. That would come with time though and for now he was certainly effective for their purposes this time. She let him get a good bit of damage in, watching the bear carefully while it roared and kicked to try and get him off, and as soon as it tried to twist around to get to Saracyn she darted in to latch her jaws onto its throat, pulling its head back away from her son and crushing down around its windpipe until she ripped it apart with a hard twist and yank of her head. It soon fell to the ground, shuddering and seizing for a few moments before it was still. She spit the chunk of fur and slightly rancid flesh from her mouth and looked to her son with a smirk. "Well done, son. Becoming more and more like your father every day."

WC: 394
Total: 1770 / 1500

Manea | Temno | Ciemny