Deepwood Weald weird flex, but ok.

The battle would continue for only a few more minutes, as the bear relented and tried to flee. Its path took it at a hastened pace away from the wolf and its diabolical red-grin, its damning teeth, its viciousness; even if Kilalurak was larger and able to maul the wolf beyond repair, she was not the kind to fight — she was tired and desperate, and now bleeding, and wished only for escape. As she fled, so too would Revui. His chase vivified by a lust for battle and yearning to prove his strength, yet in giving chase to the bear the two combatants would trail away from the mountain.

And then, all that was left was the trail of blood, as silence resumed within the wood.