Bear with me

It took some time, but he finally caught the scent of a Polar bear, and hunted it across the trecious, frozen wasteland. His claws dug deep into the snowy terrain for extra traction as he threw himself forward. Moving fast as he followed the creature to its cave. The crisp, cool scents across the snow were easy to track, and he could feel and see each breath he expelled during his journey.

He stopped before the large, looming cave. The scent of bear was thick in the air. It was a male, and alone. That was good. If you hunted too many cubs, you threatened the lines of your prey. Polar bear coats were a great commodity, and needed now more than ever. He heard a growl from deep within the cave. It knew he was out here.

"Speech"