Shadewood Maybe I'll find myself sitting on that distant shore

He was waiting it — that opening, that chance. This was not his first dance with bears. The animal turned its attention to his companion and Chases Crows darted in low and fast, his eager fangs biting in near the bear's ankle, where the fur was not as plush and the hide not as thick. The wolf clenched his jaws and wrenched, drawing his teeth through flesh. He tasted blood. The bear hollered, whirling to swipe a broad paw at Grawlix's head. Grawlix anticipated this however, his fleet feet already propelling him out of reach.

Always Running had the opening on the bear now.