I Was Drunk As A Skunk Having Lunch With A Cross-Eyed Bear... You Been There ;D

The bear. Viðarr's gaze is fixed on the bear, and he's stiff. He's stiff and he feels strange. Protective. He's a protective beast, and he wants to fucking brawl. There's something interesting coursing in his system, and he feels... he feels excellent. He feels strange and wild and wonderful. Viðarr's gaze burned, and he nodded to the leopard. The bear didn't understand them as they spoke, and it solidified the plan in Viðarr's mind.

He and the dog closed in on the creature with their teeth glinting in the sun. Both sprinted for a flank, diving and pulling back on the bear. They moved swiftly, in perfect time with each other. Viðarr snarled, throwing his weight backwards with great force. He would do his best to unbalance the beast so the leopard could get a clearer shot in on the bear's chest or throat. Teamwork. He was more than happy with teamwork.

"Viðarr"