Templar. It's a Templar he's run into, and Anders has the staff off his back the moment it clicks clear in his mind. He should have let the bears have this man. Justice longed to leave this man behind, abandon him to the bears, but Anders could tell that the creatures wouldn't live long, and then the Templar would of course pursue a fleeing mage. He's had a desire to live since spared at Kirkwall, a desire to make it worth the pain he'd caused Hawke, and that holds him in place.

"Depends." His voice is as cold as the ice the Templar's weapon appears to be enchanted with. "Do you intend to turn on me next, as most of your order would turn on a mage?"

The choice is clear, though. Fight a bear and possibly walk away alive because he's assisted this... this Templar, or wind up in a fight that in his state he can't win. Justice hates this, but even he isn't ready to end their struggle just yet.

A moment later one fireballs streak toward one of the injured bears and it bursts into rather satisfying flames, if not the most appealing scent. Cooked bear meat is tasty. Burnt bear flesh, not so much.