Unbearable

Bears seemed to be the bane of her existence as of late. The still-healing wounds on her left side were the leftovers of her last encounter where she'd saved the Armada child. The scent of ursine musk was thick in the air as the lioness stalked along. A bear was a formidable foe, but Taiga was their match. Not just any lioness, but a cave lioness. The remnants of another land. The only one of her kind. She'd fallen into a strange position in these lands. Whereas she had once been a bloodthirsty hunter, Taiga had now taken on the role of protector. She had a herd, for gods sake. She would play the protector role today as well.

Taiga's path crossed that of the bear and she stopped to look ahead, ruby eyes fixed upon the obvious trail. A shift of the wind brought another scent to her; that of a wolf. With a sigh, the feline altered her course and made a beeline in the direction of the bear.

By the time she arrived, the bear already had its sights on a very small wolf. Er... canine? The floppy ears threw Taiga off for a moment, but she didn't have time to consider them further. The giant bear began to move forward, a low growl pouring from it. Powerful hind legs tensed and Taiga shot forward, her black, grey and white form rocketing through the air. She landed hard on the back end of the bear, curved killing claws sinking into its flesh while jaws simultaneously locked around its spine. The bear roared and tried to spin, but Taiga was a heavy thing and was more difficult than it had planned. The lioness locked eyes with the wolf for a moment and looked away, trying to tell him to flee.


"Taiga"