Election Season

Rags was chuffed to hear her name announced. She lifted her head to acknowledge Torin with a warm smile. "I'll gladly accept the position," she replied. If her tail could wag of it's own accord, it would. Mor snorted and leaned into Rags affectionately, almost knocking the admittedly frail female over. Just before Rags lurched too far, Mor caught her with a heavy paw and smiled sheepishly at her friend. She'd have to learn to be more careful. The bear loved children and was looking forward to the new duties they could take on together. As a pair, they'd make an interesting instructor duo.

She considered Torin's proposition carefully. The island did pose its own unique set of challenges and she was a bit sick of looking longingly at the shore. On the mainland she could get around more easily, but she required assistance to cross the channel every time. "A return to normal might be nice... are there nearby territories that have fared better? Perhaps we could relocate to a neighboring area," she suggested. Mor hadn't seen any of Lirim's original territories and couldn't weigh in, so the bear simply observed the youngsters playing about. The spectacled bear was already devising some interesting lesson plans.