let him rouse the angel's might

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the man had heard of no such thing, but he understood immediately what the metaphor behind the saying meant. he wondered what sort of forest in which finley had found herself, and why she had settled for a corporeal bear rather than one of spirit and mind.

he gave a low chuff, intending it to be a rejoinder to her, that he listened; and presently he lifted chin from foreleg and favored her with a warm look. the bear could have killed you, he pointed out with a direct glance to her healing wounds, her prone, weakened form.

when intending to slay a bear, it is typical to ask for help from one's companions, taltos added softly, seeking finley's eyes with his own.