a trophy father's trophy son

He stumbled back a few steps, only to see the bear reach a paw towards his son. With a snarl of rage he flew forward again, almost running upwards up the bear as he leaped for its towering paw and snagged it in his teeth, ripping hard enough to show tendons and muscle as he aimed to render the paw useless and drive its attention onto him.

He could see Bast as she manoeuvred behind the bear, and at a signal from him she leaped up its back, tearing into the space around its spine, even as the Warlord took another shot at it. Going for its shoulder as he aimed to distract and enrage the creature. Trusting Dead to find a shot and take it. His son needed to learn how to assess the enemy and find the killing blow.

"Sirius Fatalis"