My wolf snarls hunching low getting into her attacking stance prepared to fight, her need to show her dominance clouding her judgment of the situation but I keep my calm, there is no way I can take her down for even extremely skilled warriors train for years to save themselves in the case they were confronted this way. I do not know what to do.
She struts forward to circle me with her head held high only to drop it and produce a series of short open-mouthed lunges. She is very troubled for her ears are flattened against her head her eyes locked on me for I am the prime object of her fear just as she is to me. The bear reveals to me she is about to make contact, she is preparing to charge to go straight for the kill. My intense terror immobilizes my flesh and I visibly shake my eyes adhered to her furry body, one hit from her and I will not survive.
