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None intervened with her own plan, and so she propped a bone atop her broad paw and began to gnaw. Even as her son regarded her, she did not stop chewing. An ear cupped toward him, but her eyes were pressed into a squinted close. The question he asked was not one she knew how to answer, truth be told. No tongue could explain to him what she did not know herself.

Instead, Tonravik looked toward his father and her mate, removing herself from the bone and taking the question seriously. The fiery father of four seemed to be enjoying the snack, not invested in the conversation itself. The mother bear knew this not to be true; Iqniq was invested in every aspect of their lives, big or small.

"The same reason I am black, and your father is red," She retorted, before finishing her explanation in a manner she found to be both true and appropriate: "We simply are. It just is." Tonravik thought nothing of the color. Despite her brothers all being as dark as she, it was never something she herself questioned. Her own younger brother, Nunataq, was as white as their second-born. "It will suit you in the Winter." Tonravik, satisfied with her own response, resumed gnawing on her bone. If her mate had any input, she was sure he would add onto it. Truthfully, colors of ones fur was not something she thought much of except for advantages and disadvantages. A wolf learned, as her cubs would, what they were... but she was pleased, this once, to offer him some insight.