a polar what?

Gil is too distracted by the teeth and claws aimed for his face to notice the others taking on the bear. Blood splatters across his face as his teeth dig into the bear's muzzle. Sufficiently clamping down and muffling the angered roar that emits from the bear, he knows its close, too close. Though the others are taking out bits of the bear's extremities, there is still one paw open and available. It comes lifting and swiping with a fierceness that Gil cannot avoid. He feels the paw connect with his shoulder, talons digging into his flesh as he stumbles away. Releasing the bear's muzzle, he lets out a whine and gives his body a shake to collect himself. Thankful that Tarnish's crow has swooped in to try and dig at the bear's eyes, he hopes it is enough to deter the bear and force it off the beach.