The Carpathius Kids and Their Bears

Even though she had made contact with the bear- her teeth grazing its flesh, but doing no real harm other than aggravating it- she hadn’t really been prepared for the consequences of that action. With an earth-rumbling roar, it turned on her then. She could see the hate in its blacked gaze as it whirled around to address her as a threat. The desire to kill in a kill or be killed situation. It was written so plainly, that she could practically read it down to the fine print.

As it drew its massive paw back to swipe at her, she tensed her muscles in preparation to shove herself as far out of harm's way as she could get. Though, the need never arose. She could hear the surge of pain and had a fairly good idea of what had happened without having to see it. Ultimately, it was recognition that she was not the threat. The brute was. Mind reading for a solution, her attention settled on a nearby boulder almost at the same time she heard the masculine tone of the stranger’s voice shouting at her over the bear’s grumbling. The boulder. While she might not be perceived as a threat, perhaps she could make herself seem like the easier target. Crying out as if she had been the one that was wounded, she raced towards the designated landmark hesitating just long enough to ensure that she had attracted the predator’s attention.

"Talyssa Carpathius"