Worn Out Faces

A touch was all it took, the voice not even registering in the creature's head. Eyelids shot open, pupils dilating and nearly taking over the purple iris. Danger. Head shot up, weight shifting, body rocking from left to right as it tried to stand shakily. It took a moment before the bear was standing on all fours, but then it swirled around and slammed its forepaw against the ground, creating a low vibration. Jaws were thrown open and a mighty roar was summoned, rocking the air like thunder. And then they closed, but that was not the end of it. The beast hunched over then rose, rearing onto its back legs and coming to a staggering seven feet. Another roar, good paw that remained slashing at the air. From the time she had been separated from Kar, and going through her ordeal, Zanire always had to wake up, ready to fight for her very life against her own kind and groups of other predators.