Bearly a problem

Was that three legs injured on the bear now? If there was anything Chade could feel pity for it wasn’t a bear. The sin Chade carried on his shoulders was due to some bear just like this one. Chade ran in, biting into the bear's neck, ripping flesh away, biting again fast to dig into the fat and muscle below, ripping and tearing whatever his teeth could get hold of.

From the corner of his eye he spotted a paw swinging at him, Chade swung his head about to grab and shake the leg. There was less strength in the limb, it swung easily versus the fight it once had. Whether it was no real strength for it or more of its attention on the damage Merrick was doing didn’t matter right now. Chade doing as much damage as fast as possible was all that mattered.

Chade let go of the paw, turning to bite back at the neck again, sidestepping the paw swipe, more flesh in his jaws as he moved aside.

"Chade"