Relief and fear surged in equal measure as Tal's hands tightened on the sled's handles. He swallowed hard at hearing how close they were; on the one hand, getting it over sooner was better, right?
On the other hand, even though he was as prepared as he could make himself, now that the time had come he didn't feel prepared at all.
Boreal stayed back when Belial charged ahead, catching an updraft and rising higher above the situation on the ground to give Tal a dizzying view of bear and moose - well, ex-moose, now - below. He swallowed hard, tasting bile, and nodded sharply at Deimos's estimation of the distance.
"Okay. Right. Let's... let's use the rocks to get close. Maybe if we can get the bear to charge 'em, we can kind of use them as a shield while we strike out from behind 'em?" He was already moving forward, leaving the sled turned around and the brake up in case a quick retreat was needed. Bell wouldn't let the other dogs panic or take off without him, and he didn't feel right asking the dogs to fight when they were bred to run.
Gripping his spear tightly in both hands, he moved over the snow as quietly as he could until he could peer over the rocks to the nearby ursur.
The very big ursur. The very hungry ursur, with its muzzle bloodily buried in the moose's side. It's skin hung on its massive frame, evidence of a harsh Deepfrost, and it didn't look like it would take any interruption kindly.
On the other hand, even though he was as prepared as he could make himself, now that the time had come he didn't feel prepared at all.
Boreal stayed back when Belial charged ahead, catching an updraft and rising higher above the situation on the ground to give Tal a dizzying view of bear and moose - well, ex-moose, now - below. He swallowed hard, tasting bile, and nodded sharply at Deimos's estimation of the distance.
"Okay. Right. Let's... let's use the rocks to get close. Maybe if we can get the bear to charge 'em, we can kind of use them as a shield while we strike out from behind 'em?" He was already moving forward, leaving the sled turned around and the brake up in case a quick retreat was needed. Bell wouldn't let the other dogs panic or take off without him, and he didn't feel right asking the dogs to fight when they were bred to run.
Gripping his spear tightly in both hands, he moved over the snow as quietly as he could until he could peer over the rocks to the nearby ursur.
The very big ursur. The very hungry ursur, with its muzzle bloodily buried in the moose's side. It's skin hung on its massive frame, evidence of a harsh Deepfrost, and it didn't look like it would take any interruption kindly.
