Don’t poke the bear

[Akando Mato]

It had been a day since the appearance of the odd flying sky ship. Akando had hidden himself deep in the forest until things were settled. Food, the crates had food in them and while food in the forest was getting scarce from the harsh winter the bear knew if he played his cards right he would be snacking in no time. His great paw pads crunch across the snowy ground as he lumbered towards the old barn. He sniffed as the scent of blood drifts out from it, brow furrowing at the coppery smell.

“Hello?” His voice but a deep rumble of thunder. “Anyone home?”

[The Great Prince]

Great antlers towered above his head as The Great Prince quietly made his way through the unfamiliar, snow-laden trees. The stag paused for a moment to take stock of his surroundings before his ears swivel towards the sound of snow crunching underfoot of something heavy. For a brief moment, The Great Prince stayed as still as the trees around him before he began to move towards the source of the sound.

The sight of a bear investigating an old barn caught him off guard for a moment before he too caught the scent of blood. Ears pinned forwards with interest but he stayed hidden for the time being, waiting to see if the bear was friend or foe. Perhaps if the bear was a friend rather than a foe he could inquire about the location of the army fighting for good.