I'm A Fighter

Saracyn had been up high in the mountains hunting for those damn elusive mountain goats that had nearly gotten him killed the season prior. Today, the seasoned hunter had managed to successfully catch one and was heading back down the winding paths with his kill when he heard the distinctive roar of an upset grizzly bear. A sneer curled the young prince's lips at the sound. Hadn't they killed all those damn bears when they took over the island? Muttering under his breath, Sara dropped his kill at a crossroads and veered off on his own to go track down the bear. He found it a little ways off just outside the isolated and unoccupied caves further up into the mountains, swatting at something that was bothering it. It wasn't until he came closer that Saracyn realized that something was his little sister.

In an instant, a blind rage filled Saracyn's heart and he saw red. He hated bears on a good day; one threatening his family member had forfeited its right to live. A feral snarl broke from the red wolf's lips as he charged the bear, fangs bared and large paws thundering over the rocky ground as he barreled toward the angry ursine. The dire wolf leaped and landed on the grizzly's back, sharp claws digging into its backside while his serrated fangs latched down onto the bear's shoulders and began to tear away with vicious jerks of his head. The bear bellowed in pain and confusion, then reared up on its hind legs to try and shake the wolf off of it. This made enough space for Fiametta to be able to slip past the bear and into more open space where they could fight and maneuver more easily. "Move!" Sara shouted to his sister, doing all he could to distract the bear from landing a killing blow on the pup.

"Saracyn Mendacium"