Ouroboros Spine Disarm

He saw her charge the bear from behind- and his eyes widened. This stranger was willfully endangering herself, and he tried to shake his head in a way subtle enough that the bear would keep its focus on him, and that she might take the hint, and avoid the altercation altogether. And fortunately, his gesture was subtle enough that the bear didn't suspect the female's approach- but futile, and she attacked regardless of hos dangerous this situation was. Just as the bear rocked its weight back so that it could lash out at Bronco again, the brave female latched onto its ankle, and savagely began to tear at its flesh. 

His ribs ached painfully, but he knew if he didn't act then, the bear would go after the dark female. She had potentially slashed through some of the tendons at its heel, which would hopefully slow it down- but that wasn't enough. It wheeled and the wolf went with it- smashed into the unforgiving tree, shaking the branches and the cubs that huddled several metres above the ground. With its attention on the female, he hobbled forward and sank his teeth into the excess skin just behind the bear's elbow near its ribcage, thinking that he might be at least somewhat safe from harm- but he judged wrong. For all the stories he'd heard of his Aunt Finley fighting a bear...He'd never really appreciated how insanely difficult it actually was. 

He was swept aside with another sweeping cuff from the bear, and fell to the ground in the shallow waters of the lake, where he attempted to stand- but found his strength draining, and collapsed back into the shallows. 

Could bears swim? He wondered. He paused. But in this condition- could he?