We Own The Night

Results were mixed so far. Rœkia worked her way farther north, noting the snow still on the ground despite it being summer. If anything she supposed she could say the air felt warmer than it had been the last time she was in the north. Not enough for her to say that the freezing cold weather they'd experienced earlier had passed but it gave her hope. She worked her way along the dark sand of the beach, heading toward their temporary shelter and the dried fish they'd stored there for a snack. She was expecting to rest for the morning but when she spied a strange man fighting a polar bear she knew she wasn't going to get the rest she wanted.

Her first instinct was to avoid the situation entirely, but she had hard earned food stored nearby and definitely did not want the bear sniffing it out. She crouched down low then burst forward as she spied an opening. As the bear whirled around to attack the horned man, Rœkia seized hold of the flesh behind its right knee. She bit down hard and tensed as the bear twisted around to try and get at her.