Shadewood You've been fighting the memory all on your own

She had a dull gaze, something that was so depressing, he felt his concern deepen. The rabbit fell from her slender maws, and he grew even more confused as she gave it to him. As many caches as he had already made, and as lush of game this place was, it was common to assume he was full enough to function; why would she bring him more?

But as his brain scoured possibilities, adding up and subtracting potential facts from reasons while including and excluding logics, he caught wind of something that shook him to the soul. 

Bear. It burned through his body with such a scalding wave that he was momentarily paralyzed, just as he had been so many years ago. He couldn’t move, and running seemed too far away of an option. 
Then her voice held his ear, ripping it from the place of Void and Null, and the raspy whisper confirmed it as it too, was slightly scared. Almost as though his history had come to repeat, he was stuck in time. 

The haze seemed to keep him until his thoughts raced through him, trying their hardest to revive his statuesque form with anything. 
The first thing that came to mind was Slade, his Uncle from the Nightmares who had saved him from that trauma of bear. But what haunted him was that there was no Slade. No Uncle here to take on a bear and survive. There was no fighting this one. 

But this place; this was supposed to be his home. And he had members here who relied on him to make it so. 
He couldn’t face Gwen without it being so. And Kai- she was right here, so close to both him, and this ursine. He had to do what he did best. And Protect her.
but the cost was high; he couldn’t allow himself to die, yet. He had to atleast know Gwen was here and safe before something as foolish as death finally caught up to him. 

Taking up the rabbit, the ebonian freed himself from the aweful place, stood and turning in the direction of the bear, began to walk. Not too far from the hulking beast, he tossed the rabbit where the bear was enjoying his meal of fungi, and waited for either death, or freedom from his mental chains.