Polar Bears Are Just White Bears

Fia is hardly bothered by her younger brother's words. They mean nothing to her, at least from his own young, inexperienced mouth. She may not have had the spunky attitude of a young pup while she was growing up, but she knew better than to let the things he would say go to her heart. She didn't hate him, but he was sure stupid to do what he did. Her and Sara did have a similar mindset. She couldn't have left Malico to die being who he was. And she hoped that maybe one day in a year or so from now that they could get along just as she and Sara could. She wouldn't show that in her actions today though.

She shook her head, rolling her eyes to his incompetence. "Be fucking reasonable next time." She'd turn around to look at him, shaking her head again to that look on his face. Her temper was easy to keep low and level actually. If she had been their older brother however, who would have known. "Now get back to the island. Or mom and dad will hear about this." The worst he'd get was a little chat about what he needed to do the next time he came across a predator. Call for help, maybe wait for them to arrive. That wasn't her problem though. She'd try to see he made his way towards the island, and then after that she'd be on her way to do anything else but be with him.

"Fiametta"