Jade Fern Grove run, and grow up fast

He had lost consciousness. From shock. From fear. Blood obscured his face to the point where the extent of his wounds were indiscernible, though the dangling eye was sickeningly apparent, hanging against his cheek for all to see. His mother's actions had saved him and his sister for now, but they were not yet done running. The bears sailed over them, only to gather their paws and be back on their heels in the next second. Their snarls and the sound of them pounding after his family would wind into his mind, and lodge there with the image of them rising like death from the brush, of a angry claws reaching for him and his mother.