Lion Head Mesa silence is the unbearable repartee

A bear! He had never been referred to as such a thing. For a moment, he knew not whether to take it an insult or compliment. 

But, alas, there were more pressing matters to pay mind to.

This warrior did not permit much rest between them, rushing forward once again.

Chest aiming for chest, he made a bold move, exposing his belly to possible impact while lifting his forelimbs to intercede. If not first winded, he may grab them in a bear‐hug of sorts, using what strength his weight offered to force them sideways and off balance. An ironic move, really, considering what he'd been called just moments prior.