Lost Creek Hollow i'll be the axe that clears a forest

The decision made to drive it off, the wolves of the Hollow spread out around the bear. Some went left, some went right. Some crept around behind. Harlyn stood still for a few moments before trailing steadily a few yards behind Mordecai. She bore a similarly warning and fierce posture as she approached, her teeth bared and snarls rumbling in her chest. Mordecai dashed forward to worrying the bear to take its attention away from Misty, and soon afterward, the Druid darted forward to its other side to snap at it and leap away again shortly, to pull its attention again now from Mordecai.

The alpha felt the force of a heavy paw swiping over her back as she bounded away to safety. It hadn't hit her, but still her heart pounded. She curved around once she was a few yards away to look back at the bear, preparing to rush forward again if the need arose.