Maybe I should cry for help

Styrmir closes his grip around the handle, nodding to the kid in brief gratitude. “let’s end this.” he’s gotta hand it to his companion, the boy is fearless, rushing in and attack whatever exposed pelt he can find. the cub has become increasingly agitated under the pressure of a joint attack, and with the kid’s help, Styrmir is able to send it stumbling backward, giving ground to the two pups. Styrmir can feel sweat coating his fur in clumps, breaths coming fast, but he doesn’t relent as he swings the axe - and finally, a crunch rents the air, followed by a spray of blood. the cub squeals and cups it’s face; Styrmir has pierced its eye. with this reprieve, he glances at the kid to ensure he’s uninjured.