by the skin of our teeth

He was intending to head for the head. Last time he had fought a bear, he’d managed to pop one it eye’s. That had given them a much needed edge. But the stranger was the wolf at the front of this assault, taking most of the grizzly’s anger. If he wanted Strai to go for the spine, so be it.

Digging his back paws in as much as his claws could manage, he balanced himself awkwardly against its back as he freed a forepaw and began driving it across the skin of it’s back. Trying to break through its thick coat. He added his fangs to the effort, ripping and tearing as he made progress through its skin. He must have hit something good, because the bear suddenly roared again. Bucking and thrashing. His paws slid of it’s body, which was also slick with blood His back legs held on for only a few seconds longer, and then he was thrown to the ground. He hit hard enough for the breath to be knocked from his body. His paws stained with the blood of the bear.


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