Foot long claws tore through flesh without a hint of resistance, spraying blood across the field as it rended the flesh. Ripping it apart in its mad rage, tossing organs and chunks of visceral meat to the side until it was truly satisfied.
Yet when the bear looked down at its blood-soaked claws, still dripping with that delectable life wine, and the carnage it had wrought, its tiny mind worked in overdrive as it realised there was something wrong, that something was missing.
Where were the human bits? There were plenty of deer meat, it's tough pelt no match for the might of the ursine's claws, yet no matter where it searched it couldn't find a single morsel of human. Where was the human?!
As if knowing its thoughts and eager to answer, sudden bouts of pain flashed through the back of its legs as its own blood was sprayed across the grass, mixing with the mess it made of the venison.
