Maybe I should cry for help

Styrmir has been tracking it since he noted the scent a few minutes ago: bear. not a particularly large one, if it’s clumsy, meandering trail is any indication, but it’s enough to send the fur along his back bristling in furious spikes. axe held at the ready, he stalks forward on heavy paws, lips drawn back in a snarl. and then - oh. a child. Styrmir draws himself up short, taking in the boy with a series of rapid blinks - the only real sign of his surprise. but he doesn’t have time to linger on this development; a low growl draws his attention, and he whirls to find an adolescent cub scowling at them from a few paces away. Styrmir adjusts his grip on the weapon, glancing at the kid. well, they’re in it now.