"." Hanna would have had to have been deaf to hear the snarl of the bear from her proximity to where it was, as well as the cries that arose near it. Someone was in trouble, or rather, two someones, as Svara's name rose from another's lips. Debating only a moment as to the wisdom of her trespassing, the ebony female was off to go and get supplies from the clinic where she'd set up residence as a Dahlia member. She still carried many things in her satchel, but there were likely to be broken bones which would need to be set and bound, deep, bleeding wounds, and a need for pain medication for it all. She tarried very little at the hospital, rushing to get what she needed and putting it into her satchel as she ran.
Racing back to where she'd first heard the snarls, tracing them to the source. She paused upon entering the tree-lined clearing, taking in the scene. There was Svara, leaping for the bear's throat, and a heavily pregnant female perched on the beast's back. Setting her satchels on the ground, she drew her ever-present knives and bolted for the bear, waiting for a strike opening where she didn't risk hurting the other participants. Blood marred the snow at her feet, and as soon as she saw an opening, she took it, driving both knives to the hilt in the bear and twisting slightly before leaping back with them. The ebony arms feinted, the blades glinting fiercely in the dull sunlight, even covered with bear blood as they were. She struck again, and again, as opportunity arose. She did not get off scot-free, however, as a set of claws raked her left shoulder. It hurt, but it wasn't incapacitating.