Kick your feet into gear or starve

As the growling of her stomach grew louder a much louder growl reverberated through her body, a grizzly bear. Unfazed as the beast charged out of its den towards her. She let out a snarl of her own as she glared the beast down. Her father’s voice echoing in the back of her mind, telling her to run away to be a proper lady. It only fueled her desire to help the bear meet its maker.

Her little nub of a tail went still, muscles tensed as she prepared to fight. Dancing with predatory grace as she circled the bear unaware of her audience until she’d spun around the bear and spotted him watching her. Arching her eyebrow at him she called out ”Помогите или потеряйся!” -> (”help or get lost!”) her tone bossy. She didn’t care for the help if the stranger felt the need but she wasn’t some side show, so if he wasn’t going to help kill the creature he needed to scram.