Snow Dogs

It was safe to say that Delphi was surprised when she say the polar bear standing at her borders. At first, she didn't pay it no mind. Polar bears often wandered down from the upper regions in search of food and as long as they weren't bothering the pack, she let them be. But this one was different. She could tell by the tribal markings that adorned the fur, and quite frankly, because it appeared more intelligent. As if they were inspecting the territory before them.

Curious by the phenomenon, Delphi ventures toward the ursine with caution and a bit of apprehension. She had fought polar bears before and they weren't always the nicest of creatures. Stopping a more than respectable distance, her paws sinking in to the fresh snow as it falls around her, she looks up, like all the way up, at the bear. "Can you... understand me?" Delphi questions, her brow furrowing, clearly not knowing that this particular polar bear was actually an alpha of another pack.