Bear with me

His father turned to see him and Charlie gave him a reassuring nod. His father did not know that he and Andy had already fought a polar bear with their companions. If he had known the danger they had put themselves in… but no, Charlie told himself. It was fine. He would approach this fight with a similar mindset to his fight with Andy. He would need to cut the bear's retreat off… but he'd need to be careful too. This was its den and it was a full grown male. It would be more dangerous than the one he and Andy had fought. He would step back, widening his stance to be on the outer circle of the bear where his father would lure it out in the open.

He kept his defenses, moving with purpose as he kept his eyes on the other beast. He wouldn't be reckless. Bit by bit he'd make his way around the beast. He could no longer see its head. For the moment the aggressive presentation of his father had the bear's focus on him. He would need to go for a rear leg and go for a tendon. Crippling it would be important. The less mobility it had, the less of a threat it would be.

"Speech," 'Thought.'