She stood up and offered him her hand, though she realized how useless it was for a 130 pound girl to try and help a 530 pound bear, she hoped the gesture was enough. With a warm smile, he gratefully accepted her hand, thought how fragile and odd her skin felt, and lifted himself up. As he towered over her, he thought how small she looked, how very little ground those tiny feet could cover, and with a sigh he dropped to all fours.
“Don’t suppose you’ve ever ridden a bear before?” Evie shook her head, but grabbed onto the straps of Bernshaw’s overalls and hauled herself onto his back regardless. She gripped his shoulders tightly with her thighs, bracing herself for his gait, but he very cautiously walked across the room, to Evie’s dropped rifle. With a deep respect, he picked up the weapon that now seemed impotent in his massive paws, and passed it back to her.
“You’ll be needin’ that,” he said solemnly.
“So I’ll be shooting down monsters while riding a bear. Sounds like some teenager’s pin-up dream.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, hun,” Felicity remarked, smirking.
