why does it always have to a bear?
quill
Gambler11-08-2024, 03:54 PM
It was always something, wasn't it? Quill's occupation should be "Saving damsels in distress" on his resume. What was a resume? Anyway, The marbled brute had been padding through the grove, enjoying the oncoming spring. The snow was quick to melt and the greenery was raring to grow. It seemed as though this wasn't the only thing looking to grow, however. Bears were out and about. Quill could smell them thick on the air. Mother's, cubs, males looking to buffet and bang. They were everywhere. He'd seen quite a few while picking his way around the Grove. Most were too busy stuffing their faces on berries, grubs and roots to pay him any mind and that was just fine with Quill. They weren't all so easily distracted though. As the dire giant moved along, the sound of an angry bear cut through the natural sounds of the place. His pace quickened just in time to see a winter-thinned black bear backing a brown and teal fae into one of the many trees. Scurrying off to the side brought pink and blue eyes shifting. Cubs. Well... he couldn't kill her, but he wouldn't let the bear kill a wolf. From behind, Quill ran up and placed a bite to the bears rump. She spun, hind end low, and swiped out at him. Quill backpedaled and moved closer to the treed cubs. The mother bear didn't like this and rushed the maned brute. Quill danced backwards again, spinning them both about to place himself between the bear and the woman. Part of the mission was accomplished. He assumed that the bear would take her cubs and go now that she was close to them and she was outnumbered, so Quill looked over his shoulder to see if the fae was okay. Big mistake. The bear launched herself at him, biting into Quill's chest and shoulder. The brute grimaced, curling his neck to bite into the bears face. Curved canines left great furrows in the brown muzzle and that was enough to scare her off. The black bear released him and tore back across the clearing towards her cubs. They had dropped down from the tree and the trio disappeared into the brush. Quill wrinkled his nose, sitting hard and looking at his shredded shoulder. "Hmm, this doesn't seem very good." Was that shock? Blood was pouring from the wound, dripping down to puddle on the ground. He pursed his lips and looked over his shoulder at the woman once more. "The castle is that way," he pointed with one paw, then shakily got to his paws and began to walk. "Quill"
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