In this world it was kill or be killed, far too often. Motivations rarely mattered in the moment, when lives were on the line. There was time to stand back and feel sorry things had ended that way later. But Hermione wouldn't be given the chance to regret the nature of...well, nature.

The least he could do was draw the animals away from the girl. That meant pulling it towards himself, a far more threatening target. Lowering his head, the Bull rushed forward with a growl, slamming straight into the approaching father bear's side. The beast roared and toppled, massive paws flailing for a moment as Bull stepped back, planting himself between the mage and the two enraged furry parents.

"You want to make a break for it, now'd be the time!" he shouts over his shoulder, turning just enough to catch eyes with her.