Asinine Ursine

As the boy kept the bear distracted, Taiga did her work. Steel trap jaws slid home around the base of the bears skull. Teeth sank into flesh, then bone, then softer things. The ursine gave a squeal of pain, thrashing a bit, then its body began to go slack. Taiga released her hold on the bear and it slumped to the ground, drool pouring from its maw. She'd crushed its braincase and the result showed through the canine sized cracks at the back of the bears head. Bits of greyish pink stuck out of those holes. It wasn't a sight for the squeamish.

Once she caught her breath, the lioness turned ruby eyes upon the wolf pup. "Are you hurt?" If so, she would find some nearby pack to take the pup to. If not, then she would be the only one with injuries and that was a good thing.

"Taiga"