





A soft low yawn, almost a howl but not loud enough, slips through his sleek charcoal black muzzle; smirking he stood and looked down at the ground he slept on. The male was not able to find a warm den to sleep in so he picked out a spot under a tree, melting away the snow with his fire element and sleeping, keeping himself warm due to the flames that seem to flow through his body. Shaking his pelt a light dust of snow comes off, his black coat was clean from wounds or dirt, as well as the three rings of white fur on his chest, back, and neck. Flicking his black tail Bear scans the area with his white colored eyes. With a huff of cold air he trots away from his resting place, the snow under his paws crackle under his weight and pelts under his hot black paws, winter was always horrible for the male, it only causes trouble when he tries to hunt but is always falling a few feet deeper than normal wolves due to his warm body and weight. With this though it does not mean the male is overweight, actually he is a good size, all the ‘weight’ that is on him is mostly muscle, another reason for being nicknamed Bear when he was a cub. With his head low he sniffs out a few scents, looking for prey or for someone to ‘play’ with.
















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