tell a truth most dire

Had he gone looking for trouble? Not necessarily, but he wasn't going to turn it down in the moment. At least Wake's guard had been well and truly up as the bear sighted him down. Turning from scratching at the early snow, trying to find what treasures lurk beneath it at the sound of far off footsteps. "Well shit," hackles up, ears back. Looking for an exit and finding... well, finding very little, as of yet.

Maybe he could run the big white bear off? Wake doesn't seem to have much of a choice, and hell, he's fought polar bears before. He hadn't been alone then, but... yeah, what choice did he have? Wake made a run at the thing.

WAKE UP