Even with spring in the air everywhere else, the north was still fairly chilly at this time of year, and Red reflected that perhaps once he'd explored here it might be wise to make for the south again. Or the west - he'd heard that there was deserts over there, and he was fairly well suited for deserts. More suited for them than for glaciers, anyway.

As he picked his way along the shore, he was amused to see chunks of ice still floating in places, pushed there from more northern reaches by the current. Eventually they'd probably melt - it wasn't THAT cold here - but for now, they definitely added to the ambiance. He'd seen a pod of black and white whales surface briefly way out in the sound, which had definitely been a sight he'd never seen before and probably made the whole trek worth it despite the chill. A herd of reindeer fleeing some predator further up the shore had gone past him a couple minutes ago as well, though he'd had yet to see the predator that had startled them. Maybe another whale had surfaced closer to the shore and startled them into running. His presence certainly hadn't convinced them they were safe enough to stop, though, and they'd very swiftly disappeared from his sight. A pity - it would have been nice to take down one of the calves he'd seen tagging along. Patterns made from dyed tufts of reindeer fur made good decorations for armor. They weren't so easily ruined by battle as a full fur was, and you could just replace individual tufts as they did get damaged. Oh well.

Occupied with his thoughts and the vague little song he was humming, he didn't notice the traces of a rank oily scent that a stray breeze gusted across him for a brief moment. He probably should have been paying closer attention...

Song hadn’t left Fyri lands since he had joined, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He was getting to know his new pack lands, and a member or two when he could track them down. Song was afraid to say that he had a better friend in the alpha, Aurielle than any of his pack mates. Kirsi was lovely, and he looked forward to getting to know her better but other than she and Ignatius he hadn’t spoken with many inside Fyri. Not that it was a big pack to begin with, just quiet.

He decided that morning that it was time to go see some more of the northern reaches he had decided to call home. His tall form and white coat did him well in the arctic environment, better than he’d ever anticipated really. While his white fur helped him he wasn’t the only predator around who boasted such a well camouflaged coat.

He too saw the caribou first, though when he first spotted them they were stationary. They grazed quietly on the sparse grass and lichen that flourished here. Song thought for a moment he might be off with a quick meal, but they bolted before he could really get into position. He grumbled to himself, for a long moment sure he had been the one to spook them. Then he saw the bear.

It was a great lumbering white beast, and was in full gallop towards Song’s position. He’d already tangled with a moose that season he wasn’t particularly looking forward to dancing with a great white bear too. So, Song turned tail and ran down the coast. He didn’t have time to admire the stranger’s appearance as he raced towards him, but he did manage to call out.

”Bear!”