since when do drunk bears wear glasses?
03-02-2023, 07:39 AM
From a distance, Bramble could be described as a ragdoll. Swinging loosely from the bear's thigh as she held on tight. Digging her sharp cat-like claws deeper into the fatty tissue, she grimaced when she saw the bear try to turn its attention on her. She hoped to the high heavens that this would be enough of a distraction for the other guy to help. That's what he had needed, right? Beginning to feel more and more scared that she was going to get walloped by the drunk bear, she squeezed her eyes tight. Letting her body get whipped around by the bear, she felt the beast lurch suddenly. Looking to see what happened, Bramble watched as the mystery man grabbed ahold of the bear's neck and began pulling him off his paws. Relieved that the larger behemoth of a wolf was gaining control, she released her clenched jaws. Quickly clambering her way up the bear's back, making sure to dig her claws in for a firm hold, Bramble made her way up to where the wolf had a hold on his neck. Without waiting another moment, she reached out and grabbed ahold of the bear's ear. Clamping down tightly, she shook her head until she felt the warm coppery fluid that could be nothing else but blood. fight large predator 2/3 |
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.