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

As the bear lunged to somewhere behind her, the movement too fast for her to keep track of what was going on, she had not yet realized what was happening. She growled. She had wanted to do this peacefully, but there was no way to reason with a beast. In a way, the bear reminded her of Nemesis. Fat, ugly, feral. When she heard the crying of her young, she knew she was too late, a numbing feeling going through her whole body. She could swear her vision went to black as she turned around and saw Vassago. VASSAGO! she cried out as she lunged, a few moments after Burke, at the fuzzy thin bear. 

She had almost gotten a heart attack from just hearing that Pyro had fallen into a river, but this was worse. He's dead, she kept repeating in her head. My son's dead because of this bear. little did she knew he was not actually that badly wounded. She attacked the back of the bear as Burke rushed to Vassago, trying to tear whatever she could. A raging mother was something to be scared off, especially when that mother had been trained as a warrior ever since she could barely speak. She knew to be careful of the bear's paws and his head turning around, perhaps, but the rest was fair game.