30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Twenty-Three

[patchfire]

Welcome to Day Twenty-Three of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!

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Prehistoric AU

[pterawaters]

Puck stands, his back against a rock wall, with only his broken spear to defend himself from the bear snarling at him. "Mother, be merciful," he prays as he eyes the beast's long, sharp teeth. He's dead. He knows it and the bear knows it, even as Puck crouches down to reach for a large rock with which he might be able to smash the bear's mouth before it kills him.

Just as the beast rears up to come after him, an arrow sings through the air and into the bear's eye. It's not at the right angle to kill the animal, but the injury does send it retreating into the forest.

"Ho, friend," a voice calls from the cliff above. Puck catches his breath as the man climbs down the shallower face of the wall a ways down and then trots over to him. He grins as he says, "Stupid, Puck! You almost got yourself eaten!"

Puck feels his face go hot with shame and says, "I wasn't even hunting bear today. My thanks, Kurt. My mother would have cursed my name for falling to such a death. I must repay your favor."
Kurt waves him off with a hand gesture and a funny