Sun Mote Copse Comfortable, not drinking too much

ar-khalba was swift, moving between eshamun and the bear. the queen held her breath, fear gripping her slim body, taking root within her soul. the two tophet-dwellers sought to evade the bear with mincing steps, but the brutal, shaggy head rose, swinging in their direction to glare at the wolves with a hard yellow gaze. 

the crash of its paws followed then! eshamun bared her teeth helplessly, then snapped at ar-khalba's shoulder roughly, to rouse him from his prayers. "run! run now!" she ordered in a desperate cry, terror lending a flight of strength to her limbs.