a polar what?

Okay, okay, fine, they could just encourage it to get the hell out. They didn't have to kill the bear. Probably. This time. But Wake was still having too much fun. He moved out from under the creature, realizing that if dad had moved back to regroup he probably should too. With a mighty toss of his head and a big grumble in his throat, the boy set his wily gaze on his fearsome foe once more. Gnashing teeth and flailing paws, the boy has no concept of danger.

Perhaps... the first inkling something really could be scary was the way Tarnish's bird friend was acting. That... seemed like a rather serious injury to be trying to inflict. Then again, was going for the bear's thigh not equally as serious? Something about the eyes though, they really get to Wake. Unsure he likes how that feels in the pit of his stomach, the boy tries to shake it off.

Shaking himself out of whatever path he'd started down, the boy was bright-eyed once more. Snarling and snapping, he lunged toward the bear with a triumphant holler. "Be gone, beast!" The most commanding tone of voice the young boy could manage, making himself seem as large as he possibly could.

As if it was the first time the bear had considered it, the creature paused for a moment. Deciding this beach was too much work, actually, the predator turned. Started back north, from whence it came. "And stay there!"

WAKE UP