and his ears, like spider webs of different colors.
For a long moment, she felt like he was in her heart, talking to her soul. A sense of warmth filled her from within, a completely ridiculous sense of security came next. She let the long-held breath leak out of her lips. “What are you?” she asked in a breathy trickle of sound. “You’re not a bear. Are you?”
The huge creature shook his mighty head, snorted, and turned away just in time to catch a rake of wolf claws on the side of his face. He returned a roar so savage and wild that the entirety of Jill’s body wriggled with a sort of pleasure she wanted to deny, but couldn’t.
The wolves, three of them still willing to fight, stood still for a moment, exchanged a glance, and charged at once.
A huge paw shot out, catching one on the side of the face and wrenching his head in a sickening way. That wolf fell, motionless, as the other two leapt. One went high and the other low. Teeth sank into the hide on the bear’s neck, and the other bit hard on the underside of his head.
He writhed, trying to loosen the jaws, but this time he couldn’t free himself before blood came. Just a small amount ran to the ground, but seeing this creature who gave her such peace injured sent a shock through Jill.
Pepper spray , she remembered, wrenching her arm free from her pack and grabbing the red and black can from the front pocket. What the hell am I doing? There was no time for doubt. She charged as she shook, and then unleashed a stream into the face of the wolf on top of the bear.
It howled in pain, and loosened enough for the bear to shake him off. The bear blinked a few times, but didn’t seem particularly bothered by the little bit of spray that dusted his eyes.
The wolf turned to come back, and she brandished the can again, snarling at the beast. He wrinkled his face, baring those massive, yellow fangs, then snapped the air. Jill took another shot. The stream hit the ground right underneath the wolf’s face, splashing up into his mouth and his eyes.
He screeched that time, reeling from the so-strong-it-was-probably-illegal spray. He tried to lunge again, but his jerky, halting movement made him stumble once, and then again.
Desperation gripped the last of the wolves.
He let go, then bit again, teeth sinking into the bear’s jaw. Standing up on his hind legs, the bear dragged the wolf off the ground, slammed down and ripped the bite free. He landed with a huge thud , roaring viciously, and sent the wolf skittering off to the forest with the others.
There it is again, the mark is burning . She touched her chest, and the bear cocked his head, a sound partway between a non-threatening roar and a snort escaping his snout. His eyes went left, and then right, as though he was scanning for more danger.
“Did you just... protect me?”
He snuffled again, and moved his head closer to her.
On all fours, the bear stood about shoulder to shoulder with Jill, his head extending above hers. With a trembling hand, she did what she knew she should never do – she stuck it out toward what must be a ton or more of bear. She’d never seen one so large, hell, she wasn’t sure anyone had.
But it just walked straight into her, head lowered right into the middle of Jill’s chest. He nuzzled her, snuffling at her chest as she stroked his huge, golden ears. The two of them watched one another, studying each other’s face, for what felt like eternity.
“ Ursus arctos appalachia? ” she asked the massive bear. “Finding you was a lot easier than I thought it’d be.” Jill laughed under her breath. The bear seemed to cock an eyebrow at her, but of course that was impossible.
Right? Bears don’t cock eyebrows.
Then again, bears don’t have facial tattoos and usually don’t exhibit two different colored eyes. Or something that approaches kissing.
Then he seemed to pull his lips back into an expression resembling a smile, but that was impossible too. Completely, totally