Teddy Bear Picnic

Sephiran was unaware of what the other wolf was doing. All he saw in his peripheral vision was a flash of crimson rush across the front half of the bear, before it emitted another enraged roar. It started to stumble again, and he had to quickly dart from side to side to avoid being trampled. This movement worked in his favor, as his fangs dragged across the beast’s underbelly, creating a jagged laceration that turned into a perforation. Steam started to fill his vision as the body-temperature organs started to spill out from the wound. With one last tug, Sephiran released his hold and crawled out from under the bear with only seconds to spare. Up until now, he had been able to ignore the pain in his front limb. But now that the adrenaline was starting to deplete, he found that putting weight on his leg caused an immense amount of pain. So much that it made him yelp which was followed by a frustrated snarl.

He stumbled several feet away, pivoting in sync to turn and face the bear and the other wolf. He took that moment to study the boy, noting his features and any other attributes he could pick up on. He was tugging on the bear’s front limb, trying to either pull it back or keep it grounded. Sephiran rushed forward, snapping his jaws at the bear but his aim was sloppy given his hurt limb. The bear didn’t try to retaliate, likely too exhausted from the fight and blood loss from its belly wound. In a last, feeble attempt at survival, the beast turned and tumbled towards the bank of the river. Dragging its entrails across the ground to create a bloody trail. Sephiran was hot on its heels, ready to watch its demise and bask in the glow of his success.

-fade out / exit-


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