Dingle Bearies

Áskell had wandered o he west after deciding that he was old enough to go exploring on his own a few territories over. After all, he had Kári with him so what was the worst that could happen?  He just had to make sure to get back by dinner time. He couldn't stand the thought of being grounded. Áskell wandered along the river side, watching the river water wind and churn as it wound its way through the land. A particularly interesting stick caught his attention and he bounded along the bank and grabbed it. He trotted along with his tail wagging proudly, oblivious to something moving toward the water through the trees.

A low growl caught his attention and he whirled around to see a large grizzly bear standing there. His jaw fell open in awe as the stick clattered to the ground.