Our Skin Is Not Fruits [Cal]

Attacking a bear was a bad idea. Tarnish had no intention on really starting a fight with the bear, he only meant to steal a little bit of the deer it had killed. He'd seen coyotes and ravens manage such a feat and the bear might chase a little then go back to its meal. Surely he'd have the same results right?

Tarnish slunk along the through the brush, closer to where the bear was feasting. His black coat once again aided him in blending into the shadowy under brush. As the bear's head dipped down into the deer's abdomen Tarnish darted forward, fangs digging deep into a bit of exposed thigh. As he ripped the meat part way off the bear suddenly lunged. Tarnish dropped his head sharply as the bear just narrowly missed slashing his face with its claws. He was forced to drop the meat and dart away, hoping the bear would go back to its kill… but it didn't. It gave chase. "AW SHIT!"


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