Sacora's heart almost leapt out of her mouth when the bear suddenly looked at them and grunted with more suspicion and force behind its throat. She was frozen in fear once again until the moth boy found yelled, "RUN!" and then she was quickly running after him. Perhaps that wasn't the best of ideas, because the bear might run after them, thinking them to be fast-moving prey. And Sacora thought she could hear the snaps and cracks and rushes of the great creature's paws moving through the forest underbrush after them. But she didn't dare look behind to confirm it; she just raced after Miersck, following wherever he happened to run. Then she stupidly remembered last minute that most animals were afraid of fire.
She stopped running and turned around, confirming with her eyes that the bear had been chasing after them. It was charging up to her quite fast, too. Without a second thought she shot a burst of fire from her palms, not to shoot at the bear, just to hold swirling in front of her palms, and the animal skidded on the ground before turning tail to run away. When it did, she released the fire, making it dissipate into nothing, and just stood there breathlessly. Her eyes were wide with fear and exhaustion from the exertions of the night. Things had been crazy, indeed.