Blood on the snow

The Warlord stalked slowly forward, his eyes on the colossal beast that had come down from the North. As he approached, the polar bear let out a warning growl, raising itself on its back legs until it towered well above him. 

Sirius let out his own snarl, letting it vibrate across his throat as he took another step forward. The bear had entered Armada territory, the Warlord would fall before he gave an inch. 

The bear thundered back down onto four paws, and the Warlord threw himself to the side as it charged. It's massive claws rent the air where he had been just moments before. As he regained his footing, the Warlord let out a howl to his wolves. He needed more than just himself to take down this beast.