The Carpathius Kids and Their Bears

Had he not intervened, the girl would have been killed instantly. In his peripheral vision, he could see her, still standing frozen. All he could do was keep the bear away until she snapped out of it. With the grizzly focused on him, it was easy to do. Blood coated the man's maw and it dropped onto the group below the bear. He'd gotten in a pretty good strike to that sensitive elbow skin.

Quill had placed himself between the bear and the water, but he wasn't worried about it. There was enough space behind him to sidestep if need be. He wouldn't need to do this since the girl snapped out of her catatonia. She bit into the bear and the grizzly spun, turning his attention back to her. Wasting no time, Quill ripped into one back leg, damaging the Achilles tendon with his strong teeth and jaws. A groan rolled from the bear and it turned again, its beady eyes back on the marbled man. Quill's gaze darted about, searching the landscape for any advantage that it might give him.

There. A loose boulder on the edge of the fjord. If they could lure the bear beneath that boulder, he could shake it loose and crush their foe beneath it. "The boulder," he growled out, stalking backwards towards it so that he could keep his gaze on the bear. Hopefully the fae was smart enough to understand that she would have to be the distraction that pulled the beast close.

"Quill"