The Carpathius Kids and Their Bears

Ohhhh, well now. Wasn't she a pretty thing? Quill had begun to make his way north, searching out the area that his family now called home. Pity they weren't still on the island. His walk would have been much shorter in that case. Ah, but if they had been on the island, he wouldn't be able to stalk this sweet, young thing before him. Quiet as ever, the mottled man tailed the earthen fae, eyes eating up her supple little frame hungrily.

As the young fae made her way to the waters edge to drink, Quill settled down in the foliage, using the shadows to his advantage. There was no reason to rush the game. Each moment spent stalking was another granule of sugar added to the mix. Catching her would be so sweet. That was, if something else didn't eat her first...

The roar of a bear was accompanied by it's stench and Quill instantly curled his lip up in a grimace. Bears were disgusting things. It looked as though the beast was going straight towards the woman, so Quill stood, shook out his coat, and made his way out into the open. The man's fur bristled, making him appear larger. Lips peeled back from his teeth and the big brute snarled loudly, stalking towards the edge of the water to meet the bear. The grizzle thundered onto the bank and Quill was ready, dodging the bear's first blow and skirting to the side to sink his teeth into the sensitive flesh of the bears armpit. The bear roared in pain and began to spin, but Quill had already let go and was a few paces away, resetting himself for the next attack.
"Quill"