Much has Changed
08-16-2013, 09:08 PM
Galileo had come to her den in a panic, saying that there was a bear outside, a bear that could very well injure or harm his new siblings. The tiny balls of fluff were quite adorable, but Galileo was right, they were entirely vulnerable to a bear attack. However, Gargoyle would not have let a bear get close to the Snow Rogues if it was dangerous, especially when there were two litters of pups currently under his guard. It was that thought that had kept Ocena reasonable as she sniffed Galileo's fur, picking out the bear's scent easily, and when she recognized it, Ocena relaxed immediately. She had explained to her son that it was Zanire, a bear that Glaciem had once welcomed onto its land, and had instructed him with watching her children, and alerting her immediately to any sort of change. She was loathe to leave them alone for more than a few seconds, but Zanire had been a good friend of Glaciem, guarding its deposed Chief when he was injured and bleeding out in the wandering labyrinth of caves that he had fled to after losing his challenge against the usurper. Ocena would not allow the bear to simply sit there when she had done so much for all of Glaciem, and especially Ocena. The bear had looked after Gargoyle when he'd been injured, and had made sure that he was not injured any more than he had already been. Shaking herself, Ocena allowed herself one last glance over her shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Galileo watching over them so calmly before she forced herself to set off in search of the massive bear. It wasn't hard to miss; Zanire was an impressive figure, dwarfing the wolves in the area. And so, Ocena made her approach, inclining her head respectfully in the direction of the creature. "Hello, Zanire. Do you happen to remember me?" Ocena inquired as she approached, tail wagging easily in the air behind her. To some, it might have seemed strange to see the tiny wolf so comfortable in the presence of the massive bear, but to Ocena, Zanire was an old friend. They might not have ever talked; they might not have ever actually seen each other, in all honesty, but Ocena would never forget the day that Glaciem had been torn away from them and the truest evil of all had almost been realized; Gargoyle had almost died. Melodramatic, perhaps, but that was how Ocena felt about her life with Gargoyle. And Zanire had helped ensure that she would never lose that happiness. Ocena would always adore the bear for that. "Speech." |