He had never gone this far from home before, but he was yet to find a dark coated sheep with a fluffy winter coat that would serve to full the request of Lady Pandora. He ventured further and further afield, reasoning that the colder the climate he moved to, the higher the chance of finding a fluffy thick coated animal.
He came upon the scene of the two wolves, as he entered the North in earnest. He looked to the first, with the scent of blood catching his attention. Neither wolf matched him in height, through the darker of the two came close. Saber teeth jutting from his lips, as he licked them thoughtfully. He was hungry, but it wouldn’t be worth taking on these two for their prey. He could bring something down in the North, before continuing his search for a winter coat. The wolves themselves had not yet seen him, with their eyes set only for something in the distance, he followed their gaze and stood riggardly to attention, as he found the polar bear that watched them with vivid interest. [u] this [/i] creature stood a good five or so inches taller than him on four feet and he hated to think of its height on two. Its massive arms where as thick as tree trunks, and it looked like it new how to fight.
In an instant, he converted it, for the mettle of testing himself against it, for the coat he could bring home proudly to Belle as a gift. No one had given his Empress a gift like this. He smiled, and looked to the two wolves, wondering if they would assist him. It would be easier if they did, and he could fight them after for the coat. Whatever it took, it would be his
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