Oh deer

Flare dove to the side just in time to avoid its main charge. Grimacing as he heard bones of the dead deer break as it was trampled. Lovely, ground deer. The bear didn’t stop and savour the deer however, but turned his gaze back to the threat. To Flare.

The fire marked wolf was ready this time, and was already moving to stay at its back. As he did so, he noticed the tiny form of one of the Syndicate wolves. He sneered at the diminutive wolf, not expecting much help from that quarter. Unless of course the bear eating her counted as a distraction.

All the same, when her attack landed on the bear's legs, Flare dove in. attempting to slam his fangs where its shoulder met its neck, and pull it down to his level.


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