no match for a bear

The yearling had started exploring more of the Northern territories of Boreas as the season wore on. He was starting to get familiar with the terrain and, after some time, the cold didn’t bother him as much as when he first arrived. It could have been he became acclimated to the weather, for which he was grateful. Poor Trill, however, was not as lucky as Beauregard had been. He was grateful for her company, however, and her eyesight. She had been useful in scouting out these lands and the youth was certain without her he’d have been absolutely lost.

A sharp cry from Trill caught Beau’s attention and his head snapped up as she dropped down near him. “Trouble!” The bird cried. “A bear is attacking a wolf up a–” His feathered friend didn’t even get to finish her sentence as Beauregard sprang forward. He didn’t think, his limbs were moving on their own as instinct took over. Even the most sizeable of wolves could get a nasty injury from a bear if they weren’t careful… and two fighters were better than one in a situation like this.

The beast had its back to Beauregard as he rushed up toward it and let out a series of sharp barks. His tail was raised behind him, a banner of defiance, and his ears had fallen flat against his skull. His eyes were narrowed as he watched the bear swing bodily in his direction, a roar passing its lips as it swatted at him with a clawed forelimb.

Beauregard let out a startled yelp as that paw hit the ground next to him - way too close for comfort, and pivoted on his paws. Right, yes, get away from the bear! Trill, in an effort to distract the furred beast, flew closer to the bear’s face and let out a sharp cry of her own, uncharacteristic of a typical jay, but she had been trained to do this to assist Beau how she could when he was in battle.

Large Predator Fight:: Bear { 1 / 3 }