![]() ![]() ![]() Aware of fading, willing himself to stay conscious. Push, push, push, his mind cries out, but his arms now dead to him. Rancid breath, the sound of dog’s teeth grinding bone, knows it is his own skull. His head in a grip, his face slathered in saliva, teeth and tongue all he feels, black all he sees. Stunned, then a surge of panic his arms flailed and fists pounded again and again against the bear. Windpipe crushed, he twisted, his screams muffled, the bears hold adjusted, let go, then bit his head. The boy tossed, a loud grunt as air slammed from lungs as he hit the ground. The great bear roared, spun, incredibly lithe for its size. He landed full on the immense muscularity of taut spring steel, one arm grappled around the neck, the other a balled fist pounded again and again against the massive skull, a miniscule act of futility. ![]() He leaped for the bear’s back and at that moment the realization of its enormity a blow against all hope. soundless screams in his own horrified mind, feet pounding over the soft moss. His run forced momentarily, then full on, please, please…. ‘A hitch, his feet stumble, the thought of where he ran to a reality beyond fathoming. ![]()
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