Meadowlark Prairie red lights

Every inch of his body was rigid with fear; yet his mind was screaming at him, telling him to run at the bear and rip its face off, or run off to safety, or -- just to do something; he thought of how awful it would be to die to those teeth, those giant teeth, those mighty claws. To defeat something as giant as this mountainous creature was one of the last things on his mind, but still it sparked a thought in him. It didn't matter - he could do nothing. Frozen. A target.

And then the bear turned away. Revui didn't know what to make of that; he heard the familiar voice of Bee, saw her mottled figure dart between the two of them --- following the bear; standing before them, and finally Revui could move again. He didn't know what to do, didn't really hear the words she was saying, but the bear was moving off ---- like magic.

The fuck was this?

But a part of Revui, the warrior, the guardian, that deeply-knotted feral core of him, that saw Bee as a member of the pack in danger. And even in his fear Revui could not ignore the urge to get her away, to save her. She transformed in his mind's eye - no longer Bee the Incessant Conversationalist; for a moment he saw Speedy, her shoulder torn and bleeding from his own teeth — it wasn't right. He wouldn't let more harm come to her.

The next thing he knew, he was throwing himself in to a full-tilt charge at the bear, a roar booming from his chest as he careened towards it, smacking Bee aside so that he could aim true — straight for the behemoth's mighty skull.