i'm all out of good bear puns, sorry

Dread shook the trembling from his system. It was a side effect of the tired muscles, the spent energy. He's tired. Fighting off the bear had taken a lot of effort, and he was oozing blood from a few swipe wounds. Still, it felt good that he'd taken the beast down. Dread had managed to keep Haydee safe in this, and that's what mattered. The beast was down, both it and Dread reveling and gory. It wasn't until now that he really looked at the thing, and really considered that he was injured too.

Sit, her command comes. "I'm alright, it's okay," he tries to wave her off, but plunks down anyway. Realizing the height difference isn't on his side for this, Dread slides until he's laying down beside her, letting the girl take a look at the torn flesh and scraped skin. He hisses a breath, feeling the wound tug as he settles down. It was certainly sore. "Are you okay?" Dread implores, looking to the girl as she tries to fuss over him. "Where are you headed this far north?" It's a gentle question, the concern in his tone still shining through. She had to be okay to make it home in one piece, too.

"Dread Fatalis"