Their people's disposition was immediately apparent.
Wildlings.
There were a few Hunters worthy of note. One, a wiry girl, red-hair, garbed in black leather and wielding a short-bow. She darted between the bear's swipes, releasing blue-glowing arrows with unerring speed. Her aim was impressive, but each shot glanced off the beast's thick hide, and she left herself exposed longer than she seemed to realize.
Another, a boy with blonde hair tied back in a loose knot, wearing heavy bone armor and wielding a massive greatsword that seemed almost too heavy for anyone his size. His movements, however, were fluid, deliberate, each swing attempting to find the beast's weak spots beneath its thorned hide. His style reminded me a little of my own.
