It was not half so neat nor practiced as a similar maneuver he might have performed with Alistair; but it was coordinated enough that the bear was dead, they were not, and all was well.

Well.

All was damp but that was simply the way of things in the Hinterlands.

"And thus the beast was felled. Go team, Hurrah." Zevran wrenched his daggers free of the beasts' back and slid down it's furred hide. "Injured? No. Muddy? Yes. And yourself?"