Nova Peak i don't want pity, just a safe place to hide

The little red girl manages to avoid her wrath, but not her silvery friend, who Tupkuk shoulders away with a roar. Then she feels many teeth mar her flesh and groans, whirling, standing atop her hind legs and trying to shake the dogs loose. Another appears, charging into the fray.

One of them, the cream-colored girl, moves to slip behind her—a sneak attack. The bear will not have it. She swings a paw wide, hoping to smack a couple of wolves near her legs, and with a rattling snarl, turns again and comes down toward @Opalia. If her aim is true, she'll come down upon the girl with crushing, long-clawed paws and an open, drooling maw.

Rivulets of blood darken her brown coat: sleek, deep crimson marks of glory in battle.