Two against one? The Bear is enormous, but-- well, alright.

"This is a stupid plan!" Sorrel shouts as he whirls away from the fire, obedient to the call. He spares a glance at the man and catches a flash of Vallaslin against tan skin, it lends more credence to his obediance, and does his best to show the bear the bottom of his heels.

Bears are fast, but nothing is fast when light-dazzled with a snoot full of smoke and fire. Sorrel's a good runner, too; he runs like a startled nug.