If it's brown, flush it down

The once peaceful fjord was quickly escalated to a cacophony, the grumbling bear, his mother's screaming kite plunging at it's face, Jael barking and charging at its legs and the echoes of his own screams bouncing off the walls. The blur of merle pulled him from it though, he was almost a year old, he shouldn't be so scared, right? And besides, their combined efforts seemed to have the thing off balance, he'd have to be quick or 4 paws would be planted back on the narrow path and they'd all be fucked.

The boy took a deep breath as he ran forward, biting at the bears hip and throwing all his weight into giving it a shove. If they got it just a little further back, maybe they'd find out where the fjord got its' name?