a polar what?

Alright, it was on! Wake was having the best time-- likely because he had no idea the real danger of the situation. In his eyes, it's all an adventure. That's for the best, right now. His tail wags fiercely as his teeth sink into the bear. The bear, turning its attention on his dad, seemed... less than fussed about Wake and Tarnish both. The orange boy lost his grip as predator rounded. Tumbling to the ground and then springing back to his feet, he can't help but grin. Children are bouncy like that.

Drive it off or kill it. What was the plan again? Wake doesn't remember. He doesn't need to remember! The scent of blood in the air and the taste of blood on his tongue, he's hooked. There's something so fun, so exciting about it all. Wake cheerfully darts in for the predator's knee, going for the thinner skin to the inside. Cheerful as he throws his comparatively meager body weight into the creature before him, giggling like a fiend all the while. Chomping into the tissue packed so densely with arteries and all that-- he's little enough to reach it! Well and truly, Wake was having a blast!

WAKE UP