Bite Your Face

The bear, bleeding, slightly mangled and confused, stuttered in its movements. Quill snarled, curved canines exposed. The brutes thick mane bristled further as he took rigid steps towards the ursine menace. He couldn't spare a glance for the woman, his gaze locked hard upon that of the bear.

Suddenly, the bear turned and began to run. Instinctively, Quill gave chase. He placed a few well aimed bites to the bears backside as it flew out of the clearing and into the surrounding woods. Only then did Quill come to a gradual halt, pink and aqua eyes locked on the tree line for some time until he was certain that the bear wasn't just regaining its composure to return for round two.

"Quill Klein"