The smell of human adrenaline crept into Belgar’s sensitive nose, but he vainly assumed that it belonged to one of the vantha spectators they passed, and he took no notice. Alas, there was no mistaking the cry of foolish fun that preceded a roar of frustration. The elder bear turned and slid with his momentum, tossing up snow as he changed direction and growled a disapproving reply to Graln’s careless vengeance.
He dove between his fellow kelvic and the ground to prevent the imprudent man from being crushed beneath his unwilling mount. Belgar’s back collided with Graln’s side, head rearing to push him back to his feet. If the bear’s initial reaction had not tossed Darren from his back, this second impact would have done the trick.
As the snow settled, Belgar stood between the two, his great back heaving breath and his claws gripping the ground in preparation for any attempts. He roared a single angry syllable at Darren and then turned to Graln. “Careful!” He yelled in the language only he would recognize. “What if you had hurt him?”
While Belgar held little pity for this particular vantha’s pride or actions, he was still a kelvic. He still knew that, above all else, he and the rest of the Icewatch bears were born to serve the residents of Avanthal and were never to harm them, no matter the circumstances. He did not turn back to face Darren and instead glared at Graln until the tension settled. Should the human chose to run, Belgar would make sure there was no bear to stop him. If he persisted, however...