It's Not Spring Yet!

Saracyn's world spun for a moment and there was a dull ringing in his ears from the force of the bear's blow, but he was whole and not torn to shreds just yet, so he could still fight. Shaking his head to try and settle his swirling vision, the yearling scrambled to his paws much less gracefully than he normally would and rounded on the battle scene. Avacyn was hanging from the bear's neck and back, clawing at it with reckless abandon while the bear was desperately trying to get her off with panicked bellows. Saracyn felt worry grip his heart. Together, they could easily best a bear. But this grizzly seemed keen on keeping them separated and unable to help one another. Avacyn was now in grave danger.

Not wasting a second, Saracyn put himself back in the fight, running up to engage their foe. While Avacyn kept it distracted and bleeding, Saracyn timed his approach so that as he rushed in, he would be face to face with the grizzly. This was exactly what he wanted, because in its distracted and panicked state, he was able to slip right up to the bear and get beneath it, lunging up with a burst of energy to wrap massive jaws around the bear's throat as Ava tried to keep its head held back. With his sister's clawed paws on either side of its neck, Saracyn's jaws completed the loop, feline claws and serrated fangs now embedded in the bear's throat from all sides. Saracyn bit down with all his might, tasting the delicious gush of hot blood flood his mouth as fangs severed the jugular and carotid. He wasn't satisfied though. Saracyn squeezed harder and harder, crushing the bear's throat until he felt a sickeningly delightful pop of cartilage when the bear's windpipe was crushed like an aluminum can.

With its throat destroyed, the grizzly choked and convulsed as it died, batting Saracyn away with another strong blow, but the damage had been done. A waterfall of gore spilled from its ravaged throat, and the bear managed a few clumsy steps with Avacyn still clinging to its back before it collapsed into the bloodstained snow and slowly expired. Saracyn laid across the snow, breathing hard while he watched their enemy die, a relieved and satisfied grin on his face despite the all over aching he felt in his body. They had won yet again.

"Saracyn Mendacium"