Hideaway Strath There Are Monsters

For the lady bear, Whrist was proving harder to catch than she anticipated. Then another showed up, and another, a striped one! Just as a male bear pulled in to defend her. 
the she-ursine grunted sharply to her newfound comrade, a bear-only message of 'thanks but I got this' Though she didn't demand his leave. 

The black one roared at her, causing the massive she-bear to snarl and roar louder in return, chasing Whrist with Nyra hot on her haunches. 

Seeing her defender being ganged up on by another white wolf after a minute, the she-bear turned and went for Simmik with a snarl, not anticipating the following:

Nyra herself found a firm hold on the beast's heel, the tendon that would make or break the ability to use that foot. 
And she bit. 

HARD. 

There was a sickening sound of muscle and gristle as the Harbinger tore with all her might, a large chunk firmly gone from the she-bears right hind foot, followed by a thunderous, booming bear-screech of pain. 

Gods, Nyra would most likely be chewing funny for a while after this. 

That leg was gone from usage, and now Misses Bear...she had only three feet to defend herself. 
"Tire her out! We can do this!" Nyra called to Whrist and all others who could help, growling and roaring viciously as she flung herself upon the she-bear's back and went for the base of the skull. 
Hopefully out of reach of the paws.