Moonspear Wake the giant

Her body felt like it was made of ice, from the surface of her cold, wet skin down to the very marrow of her frostbitten bones. Her amber eyes looked like nothing more than dead glass as she watched the scene unfold, as the battered Nishu barked an order and then other wolves appeared to join the assault. Wildfire's ears flicked ever so slightly at the would-be knight's command, though it barely penetrated her consciousness. Later, perhaps, she would wonder at the absurdity of the idea of getting a bear onto its back.

She felt something brush her side, something warmer than the freezing rain, and she whipped her head sideways with an accompanying hiss as she nearly blacked out from a pulse of pain in her skull. "Fl-Floki," she stammered, raindrops clinging to her lashes. Wildfire stared at him a moment and felt her body and spirit thaw almost instantaneously. Her head jerked again—her teeth clenched—as her attention returned to the skirmish.

They should help. She should help. For the longest moment, Wildfire didn't think she could get herself to move. She felt rooted to the spot, pinned by fear like an insect in a box. She was no warrior. But she was a hunter and Nishu, Dash, Charon and Ame were falling on the bear now like prey. She could smell blood and that was finally enough to compel her forward. She stopped and started a few times, then rushed forward, ignoring the pounding in her head.

She had no idea which part of the bear her teeth sank into, only that her fangs sliced and sank deep into thick flesh, even thicker fur tickling her throat. A growl guttered out of her and she closed her eyes as she began to shake her head, picturing that it was nothing more dangerous than a fumbling fawn.