if it's black fight back

Well ah fuck.

Róta hadn't planned on having much to do with the kids until they were much more robust than just out of the den crushable hazards, but it was her fish trap, and her nephews now facing down a fucking bear... Her stomach gave uncomfortable flips as she couldn't help but feel she was going to fail them again, and so she called for backup, not caring who showed. It was just a black bear, but she certainly didn't have the height some of her pack mates did.

Squaring her shoulders and adding her own growls to the chorus, her asshole donkey charged forward braying with teeth exposed as fiercely as her own. If nothing, perhaps their racket would be enough to convince the bear it wanted to retreat to somewhere quieter. She couldn't be that lucky though, right?