tell a truth most dire

Sloan is more than pleased to be the distraction. Using her paws to dance out of the way, she keeps her distance just enough so the bear can’t snag her. Its teeth flash in front of her face, wretched breath pouring hot air over her. Fighting back the urge to gag, she instead taunts it back. Barking loudly and sharply, she continues to keep its beady black eyes on her instead of the eyes. She can see how tired it’s getting, the life beginning to drain from its eyes. Pleased to see the group of younger being so sufficient, Sloan continues to dance barely out of the bear’s grasp.