Firefly Glen wild things

He had fallen, but he rose quickly enough. Still he lumbered toward her again, with a vengeance it seemed... but his pace was not one she could not outrun. He was a bear, and though she was sure his fangs and his weight would hurt, they wouldn't if he could not catch her. Hydra waited until he was relatively near, remaining stock still until then, before she bolted in his direction. In contrast, her movement was swift and rapidfire, an arrow loosed from its quiver, as she dashed past him, keeping the space between them enough that even her own brandished fangs that snapped at the air between them would hit nothing but the wind between them. She whipped around and growled playfully, her eyes flashing, but should his path be able to redirect Hydra would move again to keep out of his grip.