Teddy Bear Picnic

For several moments Sephiran laid on the earth, somewhat disoriented and in a daze. The bear hadn’t hit him hard enough to cause any bone breaks, but it would leave an extensive bruise in a few day's time. Maybe even cause a limp, should the pain radiate into his shoulder joint. But it wasn’t something he couldn’t recover from on his own. Gritting his teeth, he pulled himself onto his feet, swaying unsteadily before he was brought back to his senses. He felt a little dizzy, but it wasn’t entirely from being smacked away. Most of it originated from the rush he felt while dancing with death. It made him feel alive. He didn’t hesitate to throw himself back into the battle, manic laughter bubbling from his jaws as he leapt at the bear who had stumbled and fallen on top of the other wolf. He hadn’t bothered to really look at the other canine, or assess their condition. If they died during the battle, then so be it. Sephiran would have another carcass to feed upon… and if it were a female, well, he would have other intentions.

Using the strength in his hind limbs, he launched himself at the right side of the bear’s face, splayed jaws aiming for its eye. He raked his teeth across the socket, one of his fangs penetrating through the eye’s iris and ripping the ball from the orifice as he fell back down to the ground. The bear released a pained and enraged snarl, twisting around the swipe again at the boy. But this time, he was already anticipating the retaliation and had already darted behind a towering pine tree to use it as a momentary shield.


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