Polar Bear Pelt

Kotori knows his family scent anywhere and the smell of the armada that had been part of his life for many a year.  Still, that was a thing to pay attention to later.  If the young one wanted to play then let it.  She had injured the bear and encouraged it rear up.  Kotori thinks about going for the belly but decides against it right then, not wanting to risk the bear falling on top of him.  Since he wasn’t going to gut it Kotori went for the alternate plan of lunging forward two strides to bite into the furry and beefy back leg of the bear.  This would make for a great pelt so long as he didn’t put too many holes in it.
 
Shaking his head he danced along as the bear tried to turn towards him, thinking to take Kotori away from the leg.  The horned wolf let go long enough to dance a stride and bite right back into the leg, paying attention to keeping behind the bear no matter how tightly it turned.  Soon enough the bear would be perfectly lame, and shortly after that, it would be dead.

"Kotori Fatalis"