For a terrifying moment Danger tried to open his lungs for air and they would not comply. He gave a pained wheeze, diaphragm contracting sporadically as his stunned nerves came back online. Had the bear been purposefully trying to slam Danger into a tree, rather than just aiming to shake him off, the black dog might have had to worry about more than just bruised ribs; luckily, the curved bones protecting his vital organs remained un-cracked. He forced himself to drag in another breath. This time, his chest opened with a gasp. Damn. That had hurt.

There was no way for the blind brute to know precisely what was happening around him, but he could smell the tang of blood and sweat, and he could hear the jarring snarls of wolf and bear, and all around him the vibrations of battle thrummed through his flesh. In an instant the sooty soldier jumped back to his paws—hissing again at the ache spreading down one side of his body—and launched himself back into the fray. No hesitation. No second thoughts. His heightened senses located Aimery off to his right, the squeals of a female pup somewhere in the background—there, behind him—and Summer, his King, trapped straight ahead behind a wall of ursine muscle.

Counting on the bear to be distracted by Aimery’s loud, sharp barking, Danger sprang for the enemy’s back. With his trajectory, provided the monster stand it’s ground, he should land directly atop his spine. From there the midnight bandit would saw his teeth into as much hairy flesh as he could grab, jaws clamping down and head shaking ferociously from side to side to try and break the barrier that concealed hot blood. He would only have seconds to inflict as much damage as possible before the beast turned its attention on him; the chaos of lupine savagery circling around it would only distract it for so long. As soon as he sensed the bear’s shoulder muscles tensing, preparing to swipe the nuisance off its spine, Danger would plant all four paws down on its shaggy coat and leap away.

“Keep yelling!” barked the sightless cur the moment he touched back down on earth. Using only the information of his sensitive hearing and the myriad scents spiraling into his nares, Danger swerved back toward their opponent, hoping to attack the limb that pinned his Alpha and set Summer free.