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She hated birdsong. She hated everything about her life right now. The sun was beating down mercilessly on her heavily furred shoulders. Her large flat paws left large, clawed footprints in the mud as the dirt clung to her white fur. Her rolling walk was only serving to annoy her further. She flicked her ears to get rid of the flies and gnats that decided to buzz in her ears. She was a creature built for the ice and snow of the north, Why in the great bear spirit's name had she come all the way south to the forest. True, food was scarcely found in the north right now, but that didn't mean she had to put herself through something like this to eat. She was certain she may have missed a few chances to hunt on the way down here and her stomach growled.
She'd filled herself up with berries and the evidence was still stuck around her muzzle. The bitter taste clung to her tongue like a bur. What she wouldn't have given for a taste of seal meat right now. The thought caused her jaws to salivate once more. The large femme licked her muzzle clean of berry juice and kept walking, maybe her nose would take her to something more appetizing than berries this time. She raised her nose to the wind and chuffed a bit as she inhaled the scents that the breeze brought to her. She didn't smell much, to be honest. Just the scents of a forest- dirt, new growth, rotten leaves, and all sorts of bugs and animals. The most prominent scent was equine. The polar bear didn't really see much difference between the three races. They all smelled the same to her, and they were too much trouble to be worth hunting. Only the foals were easy pickings and even then, she had to be wary of the parents. All in all, too much work for the carnivore to consider and in the end, not that appetizing a reward.
Raising herself up on her hindlegs so that she could see over the wall of brambles, her beady black eyes caught the sight of movement as, sure enough, a horse was moving towards her. She could not make out what type of horse it was, so she let out a predatory warning growl to dissuade this one from coming too close. Usually, her stature was enough to get them moving away from her. It was very difficult to contend with a 6 foot tall behemoth of muscle and bad attitude. That was what she thought she must look like to the equines because usually one look at her had them galloping in the opposite direction. She wasn't in the mood to deal with a bit of prey dancing around her that could run faster than she could and for longer if she made to attack. She wished the sea ice would just come back already. She knew the first thing she would do, too. Gorge herself on as many seals as she could catch. A pang of homesickness pricked her heart as she fell onto all fours again and walked forwards once more, her broad shoulders tearing the brambles aside as she forged her own path through the trees. Tangles of thorns got caught in her thick fur, making her glare at them with as much hatred as she could muster.
"I hate birdsong. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it." She chuffed as she dragged the tendrils from her fur with her teeth.
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[BASIN] Spirit of the White Bear[Psyche/open?]
