Two Rivers Isle One's loss, another's gain

Slight pp and skipping of Aero but we have this planned :P Yay for Whumps! Last post from me, since Vass is out for the count right now. Figured Malice or someone would grab him and take care of him.  

As had slipped his mind, the babysitter was on his tail and Vass found himself swinging up in the air by his scruff. Confusion clouded his mind for a moment as the little chestnut tried to figure out what was going on, but when she turned to take him back to safety, the flash of silver was enough to know that it was the stranger who'd always been there, at least since leaving their first home. Those days were remembered already just as blurred and muted memories, but none of it held any negativity for him other than climbing the mountain. 
Aeronwyn soon had a thrashing puppy in her jaws, and in his flailing Vass swung his paw up into her face. She didn't react soon enough, and the collision caused her to cry out: thus letting the stubborn pup fall the foot to the earth and scramble up and away. Throwing a look over his shoulder, it wasn't until after he'd tripped and fallen on his face that Mortar lunged. As the little prince shook his face free of dust, the lumbering blob came closer, focusing in his vision. A moment passed that only the bear was moving, and even Vass could do nothing but stare. He was numb, confused, but it took that second for his instincts to kick in and tell him to run. Turning tail with a frightened yelp, Vassago tried his hardest to get away before the beast killed him. There was no reason he should have lived, really, not a single one. The bumbling puppy was not the master of life he saw himself as, was not indestructible, but simply overly brave and naive. It didn't process in his mind that Aeronwyn was no longer in the place she had been, not with the short glance he shot to the cave before squeezing his eyes shut and charging away. Never did the thought cross his mind to look back, to check what was happening. Nothing else mattered but the instincts pushing him to run, to escape, to get back to the cave and his nest. 
Not until the blinding pain, burning like a raging inferno through his core, slashed across the little chestnut boys flank. Seconds later, not even enough time to process or see the first bout of strange liquid that gushed from suddenly pink flesh, a far worse pain settled in his little worm of a tail.... Or at least the stump of it left that hadn't gone down Mortars throat. Vassago loosed a shriek calling for help and announcing the fact that the bear had gotten him. Someone would help him, right? Mama or Daddy would come in and make everything better again, like always, right?
Why the bear hadn't inflicted more damage, why he was alive, why the monster had lashed out anyways, this was all unknown to the boy for now. In truth, however, it was the silver woman charged with his safety who did, indeed, was the reason his soul still resided in his body. Vass didn't know what happened next, for the pain that captured him was just too much. He collapsed a few yards away, closer to the den, and fell into a fear-ridden slumber. He would be okay, provided someone stopped the bleeding and didn't allow it to become infected, but one thing was for sure: this little boy would be much wiser in the future. Running off and doing things irrationally, that led to bad things. Painful, awful, terrifying things, like Pyro's slip into the river, and now the loss of his tail and some blood.