Just as Charlie had trusted his sister Andromeda and her companions, he trusted his father. There was strength in numbers, in strategy, and the younger male pinned his ears against his skull. Closer he drew, fur along his hackles raised and bristled. He could feel adrenaline flooding his veins, the anticipation of the fight to come. Despite a sweeter disposition, Charlie enjoyed the thrill of a fight. But he would not take risks. A polar bear was nothing to fuck with, and if he wasn’t careful here, and his father dove to protect him, Charlie would never forgive himself.
At last he was in position. He waited, body ready to lunge. Just as Andy had, Charlie knew his father would give a signal as he moved in. The roar was it, and both wolves and bear would move. A snarl ripped from Charlie’s lips as he parted his jaws and took a last leap for the leg closest to him. Snap! Down they came with all the force he could muster, long saber tearing into the flesh easily. Then, as he kicked back, Charlie used his saber to slice through muscle as the bear flinched. With his father charging at it head on, it attempted to swing claws at the adult male in an attempt to sweep full circle at the yearling.
Too bad for the bear, the boy was already moving away from it… and it wasn’t like the Warlord was going to let an opening go to waste.
