Polar Bear Pelt

That was a good amount of blood coming from the bear after the young girl jabbed it.  Kotori leaped on top of the bear, biting into the top of the neck, snarling and jerking his head side to side.  It opened a tear in the neck, not particularly huge from one round but it also stretched out the injury below, widening the lower wound and pushing out the blood faster.

The bear roared and tried shaking Kotori off but the animal really didn’t have much strength left.  Still, at one particularly desperate buck the earth-toned wolf hopped off the bear before stepping back and watching it.  “Go ahead,” he spoke to Andy.  It’s almost dead.  Kill it.  If it tries to attack I’ll divert it.”  She wasn’t pack but her scent was classified as family all the same.  The Fatalis wolves needed to be strong and so it made sense to let the less experienced get more chances to learn.  

"Kotori Fatalis"