Firefly Glen verast

over the ridge, boots of snow flying behind him, he sees the golden beast charge and the man rising through blood. the grizzly thunders forward, and raedwulf moves to intercept—shoulder down, a war cry tearing from his throat.
áweġ!
one man alone cannot take on such a beast, especially not with the scent of her cubs so close by. and raedwulf was not a man to watch another lose heart! it is not his intention to stop her, but only to slow her. tan and charcoal collide into her, fur upon fur, muscle upon muscle.
claws rake his shoulder, tearing fresh heat into the cold.
but the great beast staggers! staggers and turns trajectory to defend herself from the second assailant. raedwulf is dancing several paces back, rolling thick shoulders, ignoring the sting upon his left one and the rushing rivulets of crimson.
breathing hard, body awash with adrenaline, raedwulf looks suddenly to the other man when the sow in turn attempts to charge him. to the man, he shouts: nū!