Fox's Glade boniface

Nothing hurt yet — but the panther was familiar enough with physical trauma that he knew it would soon. It was imperative that they escape before their bodies began to take notice of their injuries, whatever they might be.

The seal hunter was on his paws, now taking the role of shepherd as the bear moved again. Dutch needed no words to understand what must be done, and in a flash, had executed plan Run Like Hell. He hesitated only long enough to see that Chakliux was with him before shooting for top speed.

The bear crashed after them for a time, but Dutch kept running even after he stopped hearing her behind them. They came to a clearing where they would at least see her before she reached them, and he stopped abruptly to turn a thunderous look on Chakliux. He struck out with a paw and accused him: "Did your jaw lock, gadhe? She nearly tore us in half!"

But there was no real weight behind these indignant words. His emotions were running high after the close shave, but it was more shock than anger that lead to the outburst. And he was only huffy and not begrudging when he nodded at the fur.

"We can pass his scent on this way," he said, still breathless after the run.

He had not yet noticed the sizeable slashes on his hip, where the bear's claws had scored him. There was very little muscle damage, but it would still be an unpleasant recovery.