The ocean's surface was calm, serene. No waves were forming yet on the outskirts of the ocean, so it gave the brown bear plenty of time to make his way towards the shoreline. His large paws cut through the current like a knife, and he managed to keep his head above water so that he wouldn't drown. He had swam plenty of times throughout his lifetime, and while this was a longer trek for sure, his curiosity couldn't wait. The bear, named Thor, wanted to see what was awaiting him on the island in the distance. He didn't have a single clue on how to get back to the land of his birth, so he had no choice but to become a wanderer. It was fine with him, though. It was easy to get around in the world when you were at the top of the food chain.

The waves began to form and curl over him, and that was when he had gotten caught up in a large one that had carried him to the shore. The brute sunk into the wet sand before slowly getting to his paws, the water absorbed into his thick pelt making it a bit hard for his mobility. He simply shook it out, sending droplets flying in all directions, and he lifted his nose to the air to try and detect a scent. There were so many unfamiliar smells, even ones thatthe had never smelled before.

Thor didn't even know where to start. Actually, wait- he did. He had spotted a rotting log near the green undergrowth, and he made his way towards it. The bear took a deep, long sniff of the wood before proceeding to dig his blunt claws at the bark. He worked on ripping the shards of wood off of the log's surface so that he could access the buffet (or, in his case, termites and ants). Thor sniffed at the freshly clawed wood again and used his claws to rip away the surface so that the sprawling insects were revealed. He used his tongue to lap them up, feeling content in that moment. A big male like him needed much more than this to survive, but right now, he'd eat just about anything.

// a large brown bear washed up onto haven island and now he's near the jungle, lookin' for food >:^)

one of the many advantages of his void black form was that from a distance - or even close up if positioned right to hide the bright red Marr - Lucifer could easily blend into or become a shadow - or be mistaken for a strange pile of rocks.

Another advantage was that he often could cruise the islands to his leisure, this one in particular he'd landed in shortly if only to curl up and try to gain a nap - one sans children for one day at least, large form meaning a climbing frame to the small ones, not that he begrudged them but it had been a long night patrol and even he whom didn't sleep much did need his rest now and then.

So when the bear had washed up, lucifer had done naught but snake open the one silver eye watchful - of course now it was much more wary with Vandal apparently tempting fate,

There was a saying about poking bears,

There was also a saying about sleeping dragons,

// bless vandal tbh

Thor had come across plenty of animals in his travels. From the puniest mice to the largest hellhounds, he was no stranger to the mythical beasts that these lands possessed. He was hardly scared of anything; that was why he hurled himself into such dangerous situations. After being held behind bars in a cage and being constantly jeered at and prodded by humans, nothing much scared him anymore.

That wasn't to say that he couldn't get startled. Out of nowhere, something had hit his side, which had triggered his internal alarm system. Thor immediately jumped back, letting out a surprised grunt, and his amber eyes quickly darted to what had hit him. Ooh, a fish! It was considerably meatier than those tiny bugs. But then, it hit him: a fish couldn't possibly leap this far out of the water. It had gotten here somehow.

That was when the bear spotted the maned wolf that was standing in front of him, and he immediately assumed a defensive position. He furrowed his figurative brows and bared his teeth, and he demanded, "Who the hell are you?! Why did you throw that at me? Huh?" I mean... it wasn't the worst thing to be hit with. In fact, the bear had leaned down to sink his teeth into the fish before dragging it closer towards him in a possessive manner. Whatever happened, he was still going to eat it.

Another one had arrived, this time with the same scent as the maned wolf but wielding a sharp tongue. He had the guts to give Thor attitude, and the bear produced a gutteral rumbling in his throat. His gaze burned into Caesar's, but surprisingly, no threats spilled from his maw. Instead, he huffed and answered plainly, "Thor." To anyone who followed Norse mythology that might have sounded a bit strange, but rest assured, he was not the God of Thunder. In fact, he possessed no powers whatsoever. He had his own versions of super abilities: tooth and claw.

He whipped his gaze over to where the she-wolf had fallen to the ground and rolled around, laughing presumably at his reaction to the fish. Hey, that wasn't funny! It was far from funny. The bear, clearly not appreciating the fact that he had been made a laughing-stock, snarled, "Hey, stop laughing! Or I'll make you wish you hadn't!" He threatened, though he was perhaps more pouty than anything. Thor did not like being laughed at. It reminded him of that dreadful place, the one where he was trapped in a small box and had no choice but to cower whenever anyone came close. It made him feel embarrassed, much like when he had been a subject.

The female had ceased her giggling, and was now getting down to business. Good, it was better that they had all moved on from that incident. Thor cocked his head out of confusion at her words, and he questioned, "What's a 'Typhoon'?" He had never heard of these groups before. Albeit he had grown up in a similar community setting, it had been far away from this land. So, it was stay or leave, huh? Thor could have just up and left; he was used to being on his own. But, then again... this place was surrounded by an ocean. And the ocean had fish. Fish were tasty.

Briefly licking his lips, Thor asked them, "So, if I join you guys... do I get to keep the fish? And can I get more?" Frankly, all he cared about at the moment was filling his stomach.