Weapon for Hire

The beast before him answered with a gruff no, but Acere was acutely aware that he also might be lying. He wasn't sure if this one was related to the dead one, but just in case, he remained where he was and ready to move at the first sign of a threat. He remained standing where he was atop the marble wash, crimson gaze eyeing the bear until the wind shifted and brought him the scent of rabbit. For a brief moment he followed the bears gaze, spotting the white hares practically lining the old river bed. In all his years he had never seen hares act in such a way and immediately knew it wasn't their normal behavior. What caused them to act this way? They practically remained still, beady black eyes watching the pair. His focus had been shifted to them until the bear spoke again, causing the alabaster male to growl and lift his lips to reveal stained teeth.

"I am not a dog nor am I one who will heed the demands of a bear." He growled. The young bear was clearly being disrespectful, but perhaps that's how the species was. That's how the first bear got killed. Disrespecting pack boundaries and attacking Heloise. Perhaps this bear would meet the same fate if it continued the way it did. When the wind shifted again he caught the scent of another, but this time it was of his own species.

Crimson gaze found another wolf close by, watching and waiting it seemed. "Be careful, bears aren't to be trusted," He warned as his gaze returned to the polar bear.