04-02-2018, 10:22 PM
Zima was watching his step more carefully at least- his paw still hurt from the other day.
The polar looked way worse than the tiger, and if he knew half of what the kid was talking about, he probably would have commented on it.
The bear was underweight. His fur was thick with mud and dirt, now flecked with green from the algae in the swamp waters. He smelled rancid and he had bugs lingering about him. He didn’t really like it here- it was humid and the flies kept biting his ears.
He let out a gruff at the stranger, and stepped closer. Zimavich made a few grumbles as the distance closed between the boy and the dirty bear. He looked down at the tiger, prodding forward with his nose as he attempted to get a good idea of what this male was all about. Of course, he might unintentionally get gunk on the kid.
Manners were long since lost to him.
“Ciga....” That part was supposed to be.... something important, he remembered that much. He snorted, his good eye focusing on the tiger and turning his head to get a better look at him. He sat up, giving the kid a little space as he looked him over.
He didn’t look that friendly. Zimavich wondered what he was supposed to do now.
The polar looked way worse than the tiger, and if he knew half of what the kid was talking about, he probably would have commented on it.
The bear was underweight. His fur was thick with mud and dirt, now flecked with green from the algae in the swamp waters. He smelled rancid and he had bugs lingering about him. He didn’t really like it here- it was humid and the flies kept biting his ears.
He let out a gruff at the stranger, and stepped closer. Zimavich made a few grumbles as the distance closed between the boy and the dirty bear. He looked down at the tiger, prodding forward with his nose as he attempted to get a good idea of what this male was all about. Of course, he might unintentionally get gunk on the kid.
Manners were long since lost to him.
“Ciga....” That part was supposed to be.... something important, he remembered that much. He snorted, his good eye focusing on the tiger and turning his head to get a better look at him. He sat up, giving the kid a little space as he looked him over.
He didn’t look that friendly. Zimavich wondered what he was supposed to do now.