Say so long

When Bronze had approached him to enlist his help in ridding the territory of a polar bear, Seneca had practically jumped at the chance. Truthfully, there was actually a good chance he had jumped when Bronze spoke to him - he was quite excitable, after all. Each day since then, the boy had been abuzz with excitement, eager to prove himself to his new home, show he was worthy. There was a nagging in the back of his mind, just ever-so quiet, an almost-imperceptible fear that whispered when his mind was calm enough to hear it. A polar bear was a major threat, and huge. He was nothing but a small pup.

Bronze's howl summoned the hunting party, and Seneca sprinted off immediately. He had previously instructed his pine martin friend to stay behind at the tree house, not wanting him in the middle of the battle to accidently get stepped on or worse, and he gave Pollux a last glance as he ran down the ramp. Pole was upset, but he'd get over it. Small paws thundered against the snow, mind and heart both running a mile a minute. Teal gaze settled on the gray form of Bronze in the distance, and he forced himself to focus, forced himself to listen to both his stride and his breathing to clear his mind of worries and doubts. There could be no distractions when your target was a formidable predator.

He slowed as he approached, greeting the much larger man with a small smile. Seneca tried to think of something to say, something that was smart and not boring. A pause of a few seconds, mouth hanging open, was all he gave himself before settling on something boring, rather than nothing at all. "Hi, Bronze!" His tail wagged softly behind him, though he was quick to look away - to watch for the others, of course.