by the skin of our teeth

Rhazien wasn’t the only wolf caught in the crosshairs of the bear. Within the time he took to observe, a child stepped into view, carrying a small bag he was likely using to store things. He couldn’t help but glance towards the boy, analyzing him for a few seconds. But his analysis was interrupted by the bear, who dropped the entrails from its jaws before releasing an ominous roar. Rhazien had heard this type of battlecry many times in his life, and he knew what it was preceding. It exited him, and brought on a burst of throaty laughter. “Looks like we’re in the crosshairs boy.” He called out to the stranger, shifting his weight more inward to center his gravity. A low growl resonated from him, serving as a response to the bear's threat. Lets dance.

Whether the boy stood and watched, or ran away in fear didn’t matter to Rhazien. But if he found enough bravery to engage, he would be surprised given how young he looked. Regardless of how he responded, Rhazien wouldn’t hesitate in his own actions. Lunging forward, he took advantage of his positioning and attempted to slam himself into its side to make it lose its footing. Jaws splayed and grabbed a mouthful of flesh just behind its front shoulder, as he wanted to stay at its side to avoid getting slapped across the face with those dangerous claws.

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