Once Takal extricates himself from the worm's grasp, with no more of the party in peril, there's nothing to stay for; Chrrou wheels about, snarling sharply, and claws into the snow for traction. Pausing only to snatch his discarded haversack with one paw before lurching powerfully forward, haste-induced speed combines with natural prowess to make up for his momentary delay, and Heshaar does not hesitate to keep up as best she can.<br/><br/>As the bear moves, he carries Fiona with the uttermost delicacy and carefulness that he can; she may be caught between the jaws of a towering polar bear, but the jaws remain parted to make for easy sight of the ground below and easy breathing, despite the unpleasant scent of ursuine breath. It's a gentleness born of caution rather than friendliness, though; if Chrrou were to give Fiona the wrong idea, he knows he'd be all too vulnerable to her attempts at self-defense.<br/><br/>When their haste fades, the towering bear doesn't hesitate to grab and carry along anyone that lags behind... but the worm's withdrawal is none too soon. A mere minute from when he grew, the polar bear starts to shrink in on himself to a more natural size, at which point his still-considerable natural strength and size has to suffice. He doesn't seem content to stop and take a rest anywhere near the vicinity of the attack.