Golden Glade Be my mirror, my sword and shield

Heartha was the first to show, and Shalon was next. The pale woman was frozen in fear, and his newest recruit at least attempted to shake her out of it. Never taking his eyes from the bear, even when Shalon came to him in worry of his wounds, he began to give orders. 
             "Heartha, go to Ayla. Get her out of here, now! Shalon, we need to kill this bear. It'll fill all of our bellies."
Before anyone could react, Aspen bolted from the undergrowth and dug savagely into the predator. It grabbed the bears attention, and as Charley opened his mouth to tell Shalon now was the time, Ayla was beside him. What was she.... No! She latched onto the throat of the beast and the King found himself frozen in the moment.
It flung her to the ground and went for her again, but no way in hell was Charley Pryor about to let her die. She had, in truth, fought and nearly killed a bear, but was lucky he'd shown up when he did. With a thunderous roar of his own, the patched brute lunged forward for his fallen comrade. He shoved her out of the way, but the bears hit did indeed land: directly down the side of his face. Burning, numbing pain seared his ear, his eye, his entire being. Adrenaline was pumping now, however, and he lashed out at the bear, swiping blunt nails at the bears face to back him up just a step, enough for Charley to slip underneath and finish the job. Sinking his fangs into the jugular and tearing with a whip of his head, the two beasts went down together.
Luckily, only one would be waking up. Blood streamed from the three long, jagged gashes down his eye as he sunk to his knees, then his belly before thumping to the side. His heart pounded and his breath came in fast, ragged bouts, but he was alive and awake. At once, his agonized blue eyes sought out Aspen, and he called hoarsely for her in worry.
                                "A-Aspen!"
He attempted to lift his head to find her, but the strength of his body was gone with the adrenaline and his head barely made it an inch before thunking to the blood soaked earth again. The man trembled, hurting badly between half his face being mauled and the wounds to his shoulder. He still somehow managed to give orders between pants, uncaring of his own hideous wounds and limp state. 
                                                "Get Ayla....To the.... Tunnels. She... deserves... it...."