Bite Your Face

It was always bears, wasn't it? The grizzly had peeled itself from between two glowing stones that were leaning against one another. It growled low at Quill, warning him to go away, but that wasn't in the cards. He needed to go through this area to get back to The Hallows. Sorry, teddy bear. He was going through.

The bear reared and roared and Quill snapped and snarled. He did make an effort to skirt around the bear in the hopes that the dumb idiot would realize he didn't want a fight, but... bears were stupid. The grizzly rushed him and Quill leaped back, narrowly avoiding a swiping paw. Teeth bared, the dire brute lunged at the ursine, catching the paw between his jaws and shaking his head back and forth, ripping flesh and filling his maw with blood.

"Quill Klein"