This, Bylgja knew, was not how her day had been meant to go. Alas, it
had gone this way. She had no idea if bears
were often seen here -- but the bear which had taken a dislike to her presence certainly
was present. She'd been gathering herbs when the thing noticed her. Territorial dispute, she supposed, but a territorial dispute was less dangerous when she wasn't trying to fight a
bear -- and one whose eyes were wide in hunger. The bear looked to be a bit weaker than usual, but Bylgja didn't trust it, still.
She didn't want to take too many chances. The thicket had dropped out, and Bylgja had blood on her snout already from where she'd managed to get a daring bite up under one of the bear's arms and rip into its skin; the bear bled, and Bylgja licked her teeth, bristling and snarling and snapping her jaws. "Back! Get back!" She roared it, voice pitching up into a furious howl. The bear, of course, paid her little mind at all. It was hungry, and it wanted to eat, and she had wounded it.
Presumably she had wounded more than its pride. "You fucker." Bylgja snarled at it, charging forward, trying to circle around behind the bear and narrowly avoiding a swing from a heavy claw; the creature knew as well as she did that they were coming up upon the cliff's edge, where the thicket dropped and the cliff broke to nothingness, to death in the water below. "I will wear your fur as a coat! I will parade your corpse!" Her jaws snapped.
"Bylgja"
