Maybe I should cry for help

Violet eyes caught sight of the other youngster (still twice is age), before they found the bear. He stared at the wolf, stared at the axe, and stayed perfectly still, head only canting the slightest bit to the right as he bit back on his molars, cogs visibly turning in his head. The other guy probably missed the intense consideration because his attention was caught by something lumbering around just behind him.

Not normally his style, Corsair softens his focus and zeros in on what has the other guy's attention. The fur behind his mane rises up in response, despite the friend shaped nature of the creature, he knows they are not meant to be. The musky scent of predator has his teeth clenched and nostrils flaring, shoulders dropping low as he stalks closer. The growl is a warning to let the bear know it is outnumbered. Even if they aren't fully grown, he isn't either.

"speech"