grin and bear it

He wasn’t alone for long. Dread was grateful for that much, especially as the bear swiped at him with massive paws. Man, for something that was so round and adorable, they certainly packed a punch. A wallop, if you will. The yearling could feel a claw catch his flesh, but for now there was too much adrenaline in his system. He wasn’t phased, at least for now. No, for now he would continue on at the bear, putting in as much work as he could to keep the attention on him and hopefully drive the bear back… or kill it. Really it would go either way.

He’s not alone for long. One of the newer members of the pack, a girl that looked an awful lot like Bronze. Dread hadn’t dug into specifics, hadn’t asked— none of his business. That didn’t matter. What mattered instead was that she was here to assist, and he was grateful for it. She managed to distract enough on the creature’s flank that he could take a moment to regain his footing, regain control over himself. The yearling steadied himself, and as the bear tried to round on the much-smaller girl, he launched at the exposed side of its neck. The tank of a creature was in pain now, and Dread was proud of himself. They had to keep going, but at least he felt like he was making progress now.