Mama Bear And Baby Bear Were... Oh Shit

Kichi is doing his best to rip into the bear's leg as it moves all about, eyes looking up and down as Tove either jumped or fell off, Kichi couldn’t give enough attention to decide but he didn’t note any sign of injury on her.

With Tove off the bear started to turn towards Kichi and he started to let go. Then Tove was back, biting into its neck. Kichi changed places with her then. Kichi leaped up onto the bear’s back, biting into the wound Tove had been working on. Kichi sunk his muzzle into the torn flesh, biting into the muscles, scraping teeth on the spine before getting his teeth around it, a few gnaws in before he cracked it and the bear fell down.

For good measure, and for fun Kichi gnawed on the bone before snapping it. Now the bear didn’t move, couldn’t move. By the looks of blood coming from the neck, it wouldn’t have mattered. It would have died of blood loss anyway. Kichi glanced to where Tove had gone, killing the cub.
Kichi would have done that also, maybe even as nicely as she did but now they would never know.

"Kichi"