Freezer Burn

It was growing colder in the north. Prey was becoming scarce, and even more so as disease ravaged the lands. Hunting even a deer became unpredictable and worrisome. If he ate their meat, would it get him sick too?

Prowling through the barren landscape, following along a crumbling wall, an idea came to mind. A trail of hare tracks led through the fine layer of snow and over a low spot in the wall. Quietly as his bear paws would take him, Ursus moves to investigate the tracks. Lowering his nose, he scents the ground, noticing that it hadn’t been long since they were last here.

Glancing around, he wonders if he has enough supplies in his satchel to craft a trap or if he’d need to gather some first. All he would need were some pliable branches and some rocks to hold it down. The rocks weren’t a problem, but the branches might be. With the dry air and an even drier wind whipping across the open field, it might be unlikely to find anything of use.

Spotting a patch of pines not far off, Ursus heads there. Midway, his senses alert him to someone nearby. On edge, his bright, owl-like eyes scan the surroundings until they land upon the chocolate and teal figure. Tilting his nose up, scenting the air once more, he contemplates whether to avoid the wolf altogether or keep an eye on him.

Continuing to the pines, sweeping his quite literally massive bear paws over the ground in search of usable twigs, his gaze keeps flitting over to the wolf. Something about the male’s expression screams lost to him. Ursus wasn’t necessarily the more socialized wolf, but if Senua were here, she’d most positively bop him on the paw for not being at least somewhat helpful.

Keeping his position beneath the tall pine, his paws still moving in search of his twigs, he lets out a calling chuff to the wolf. A few seconds pass as he watches, assesses the reaction, before speaking. ”Something on your mind?” Ursus speaks in rumbling deep baritones, likening him more and more to a bear than a wolf.