grizzly morning

The scream from his child almost undid him. He stood there, knees bent, position honed and trained as he waited for the moment the bear over extended and he could move and attack. But Spider's cry coming from the reindeer behind him shook him to his core. Dad! Spider had called him dad.

The bear’s attack glanced off his shoulder and he hissed from pain, rolling with the punches as he dove in, aiming to skim his sabre teeth across its chest, striking out with a paw at the same time. Feline-like claws extended as he ripped down its leg, and dove to the side as it brought its paws together in an attempt to crush him. The bear was accustomed to having size on its opponent, but Bas was the size of a bear and fought like a wolf.

His enemy was bleeding profusely now, its thick hide cut by his sharp weapons. He wanted to look at Spider. The urge overtook him, and he fought it over. Later, later.


"Speech"