by the skin of our teeth

The stranger approached him then, his words of approval of Strai's request, but his posture said something else. Looming over him in a way that came off as a threat. Strai didn't flinch or shy back. He understood posturing, strength. His mother had ensured that. He stood taller, hopping onto a higher part of the bear. Making the movement casual and fluid. Not a retreat, but a tactical manoeuvre. He couldn't do much more about this wolf's height, but it was something.. 


He stared boldly back at him, and was surprised by the simple request. His name was his to give, and he did so. "Strai Iverson" as soon as he spoke the words, the wolf turned their attention back to the bear. "You're a pretty capable warrior yourself. What's your name?"