Hit 'Em With an Uppercut

The man found himself grouchy these days. His brother gone missing and no one else to know in these lands. Perhaps that was why Boden left, though Dûrion was more stubborn and grouchy than his sibling so leaving these lands was not in the itinerary.

His large pads crunched as he moved across the land. The dirt below was hardening some. Rain was due he presumed. Though the spring brought with it bountiful things. Fawning season, spawn season for the fish. As well as fresh opportunities to fight. A good battle was always on the half ice bear's mind. He enjoyed a good fight as much as he did a good back scratch.

His head turned as a call rang. A beckoning for battle. He didn't speed up nor stop but made his way at a comfortable pace. Upon arrival he laid his blue eyes on the femme. A white female with blue paints. Interesting. From a distance he had yet to meet too many like him, bears.

He stopped a comfortable distance and with a deep baritone spoke, "Name the terms of your battle." he was straightforward and to the point and hid his interest in her for now.