A roar reverberated through the trees as the creature caught the scent of humans. Its unnatural red eyes started directly at Einarr and its lip curled up in a snarl, revealing massive fangs.
Einarr slid Sinmora from her sheath. Avoiding the bear was not an option, not now that it has seen them, not with the look of madness in its eyes.
Erik and Irding moved up to flank him, their axes in hand. Good.
Runa stepped up behind them then, and the sweet soprano of her voice carried past them. It was not the fury-song, however. Instead, she sang to end the rage – not for them but for the bear.
It swayed on its feet as though drunk, Runa’s song warring with some other influence. The Woodsman’s, perhaps?
The horned creature began to look drowsy, and Einarr nudged Irding to begin circling around.
Immediately the possessed bear’s eyes…
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