Spieden felt a temporary jolt when a dark bulky form appeared from her peripheral, her head swinging to glance at the shape in her swiftly tunneling vision. She heaved a small sigh of relief, it was Triell. It still wasn't exactly a fair fight yet, but the odds were a little bit more in the pack's favor. The bear swung side to side as it began to slowly amble back, shying away from Triell's growls and Aponi's persistent bites. Spieden limped forward, closing the space and growled, a reedy, breathy sound compared to the woman's usual baritone.
The bear rumbled and grumbled, huffed and puffed. A keen observer might note the gears working inside the great ursine's head, slowly sizing up the change in situation that it found itself in. At some point something finally clicked, and while none could be sure which bite or growl was the exact straw that broke the proverbial moose's back, the bear decided she had had enough. Spieden watched as the hulking brown form slowly turned with all the speed and deliberation of a cargo ship.
Spieden loped forward a few steps, delivering a halfhearted bark at the bear's retreating backside. Spieden's legs wobbled, finally giving up and landing in an awkward sitting position on the ground.