Polar Bears Are Just White Bears

Fia was still in her... usual young lazy days. She had her training responsibilities from time to time, but Elysium wasn't itching for more warriors to put at the borders for patrols so she had always had life handed to her in a way. Certainly spoiled. Even she knew that, she wouldn't argue. She wanted to do better for her family and her pack, but she also took all opportunity to have her time to do whatever she wanted to do. That being nothing really worth noting. Walks were usual, lounging on the mountain's stone surface under the sun's rays. Harder these days as the winter slowly came over the island. Today she was on one of those strolls, of course she didn't try to take the same path everyday.

The sound of the commotion immediately caught her attention and she went on high alert. She didn't have much experience with predators herself but she knew them being on the island wasn't a normal situation. It sounded like the bear was in pain and she made the assumption that someone was there fighting it already. She could have just shrugged her shoulders and let them handle it but that wouldn't be very team player she supposed. She made a slow haste and she was more than taken aback by none other than her young brother slicing into the giant beast. Was he fucking stupid or something? Funny enough, she'd be in just the same shoes as their older brother when it came to her one time. She leaped forward to the scene, jumping up over Malico and latching her jaws onto the bear's snout. Without a word, maybe she'd have something to say to him afterwards.

"Fiametta"