Balls of fluff

The chill of the water did not effect him as he slid into the water, he didn’t feel the painful shock of how cold it was, in fact it felt relieving to him to be in the icy water. Head barely above the water, he swam with powerful strokes of his legs, nostrils flaring to bring in scents as he breathed. It was because of this that he smelled the wolf before he saw her. Lips twitched, lifting slightly as his dark eyes found the white wolf. The last thing he wanted to do was ask a dog if they had seen another bear like him. He recognized, however, that he was running out of options he could wander for days in the vast expanse of the north and perhaps never find his brother. A low growling sound would rumble in his throat, more of a grumble really, as he turned towards the wolf and swam back to shore.

She was small for a wolf, well…maybe not but compared to him, she was small- and he wasn’t even fully grown. Tornjak towered over the wolf, but perhaps to make her more comfortable with his presence he lowered his head to her height. It was also strategic in protecting his throat from the smaller predator…should she be dumb enough to attack him. Paws still in the water, he came to a stop giving her a respectful space…even though he lacked respect for the smaller creature. It was more out of necessity, he didn’t want to have to chase her down to ask her questions. He was not that motivated to ask her. “Have you seen another polar bear, Wolf?” He asked, tones sharp, impatient, laced with a low grumble that made his words far rougher (and perhaps threatening) than that of any wolf.  


"speak."