A falcon's scream cleaved the sky.

In the woods below a dusty stallion paused in his meandering, ears lifting as eyes leaped towards the clouds. A shape in the distance was spiraling in a slow circle. Coris was patrolling the outerlands since Mauja had expressed concern in hunting within the Edge too often and it seemed his falcon had just found his next target. A grin split the stud's grisly maw as he surged forward into a lope. He could sense a warning in Venati's alert, but for Coris that only meant an exciting hunt.

Leather thumped as the body breezed past tree branches, some snapping eagerly as the life had been drained from them in the harsh Tallsun season. Some bits of this debris snagged in the accessories the stallion wore, giving him an even more feral appearance than his maddening expression was already accomplishing. He'd look like quite the bush mongrel by the time he arrived, although he was not expecting an audience, not until he heard the shrill scream of the mare.

His pace quickened now, careening headlong through the trees at a sharp gallop. Hooves beat a rhythm into the ground as he moved, one his breathing artfully matched to provide the best endurance. Not long now... he could smell it.
Bear.

Mania filled the creases of the hunter's face as he rushed forward even faster, the thrill of it raising the blood in his ears to a deafening roar. Above Venati shrieked again, this time in protest to the blinding light. It dazzled the bird, so intently watching the scene below, and even startled Coris for a moment. His lead changed, caution restored to the giddy smith. He reigned in his patience and his stride to a short gallop just as he broke the brush.

A paw was raised, poised to swipe.
Coris ducked his head, aimed to strike.
Hooves hummed on the dirt below and his breaths came out like hot bursts of steam.

Coris flew the final feet. His right shoulder, buffeted a bit by some leather attire, lead him as a battering ram towards the bear's left side; he drew from behind it at an angle, luck of the approach. In the same instant he jerked his head up, hoping to snag a deep cut along the bear's soft under belly. This move would cause his forelegs to stiffen and he would land hard if at all. Should the bear collapse he'd likely be too tangled up and fall with it, but his haunches were strong and his frame agile. Should he just glance by the bear however, he'd turn neatly on his hindquarters and duck back around to its right side. He would need to stay close to the bear when behind it and far when in front.