Momma bear

Ara finally had a chance to explore the polar sound, a place she had thought about a couple times over the last few days. She had hoped to find a place where the wind hit the cliffs at just the right angle to making a sweeping sound effect, but in reality the place was quiet. Sheltered and snug with high cliff faces around it, it was different to what she expected. But that was the point of exploring, right? To learn what was as she expected it to be and what was different.

As she made her way into the valley, she could hear sounds in the distance. What sounded like a wolf in hushed tones she couldn't decipher, and the call of something young. A bear, perhaps? Curious and a little perplexed she walked closer to the shore. In time to hear a roaring mumma bear, and she moved out of the trees in time to see its advance. Whooping in delight, Ara charged in. She wasn't about to let a stranger have all the fun.

As the bear went for Ruga, she went for the mumma. Nipping at its legs as she ran close to it and then away, moving to the side as she attempted to distract and annoy the creature.