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The small wolf’s (girl? woman?) sudden appearance gives Aristaios pause, her yelp a clear call for help as the grizzly reared up to release a thunderous roar. Her eyes were wild, like a plea for help. His ears flattened in response, mismatched eyes shifting from her to lock coldly onto the great ursine. Well, he wanted to fight a fucking bear, so here it was. His tail lashed, teeth revealed as the massive brute shot forward, not for the small wolf’s sake but because bear blood was what he was here for in the first place. A smirk split his jaws as he wasted no time in throwing himself into the bear’s solar plexus.

Knock the breath out of it, right? Wasn’t that what the beasty was asking for doing its fancy footwork?