Fetch! Yes, Warlord!

Ignita clung to the knife as if that could save her against a giant white polar bear. She let herself be shoved behind Bas. She dashed her gaze about the glade, trying to find a possible hiding place among the massive roots or sparse underbrush, but the only place she could conceivably find to hide under was the cart.

No, no point. Instead of hiding, she unlashed Orso from the cart so he could either flee or help fight. She was in the middle of doing so just as a white streak came out of the underbrush and hit the bear on the side of the head!
"Ollie!" She greeted happily, grateful he was there, but that was a stupid thing to do because it called the bear's attention to her.
Finally Orso was free and she dove under the cart to keep out of Bas and Ollie's way.

"Speech"