Bearclaw Valley oso

teeth at every corner. his face is aflame, his shoulder alight — crimson routs through his dark pelt.

he thinks he’s free but his leg is pulled out under from him by the piebald ghost. with horror he twists and falls to the earth, the lull in his movement enough for a second barrage from ameline’s teeth on his haunch. 

he flies to his feet as they crowd him. ameline’s body blocks him and he veers abruptly, this time knowing if he does not escape now he never will.

i made us a second thread in wapun to help with the spree! I tagged u both