when the sky turns gray and everything is screaming
The polar bear dragged the moose across the fields. It was a large bull with an impressive spread of antlers. There was no sense in being stealthy or quiet as he did so. The moose was his prize and if any other predators wanted to challenge him for it, he would take them on. This moose would feed his family well and there was an unmissable tide of pride waving over the attuned bond for any in close enough proximity to feel. The bear grunted and huffed with the effort, but below the bear mind the man mind reveled in the physical challenge of bringing the evidence of the successful hunt home.
Another huffing breath brought the scent of other predators on him. The bear paused for only a moment, releasing the moose from his jaws and lifting his head. He snorted into the mist, then started dragging his moose again.
Another huffing breath brought the scent of other predators on him. The bear paused for only a moment, releasing the moose from his jaws and lifting his head. He snorted into the mist, then started dragging his moose again.
i will reach inside just to find my heart is beating
