The Floodlands Old dreams

@Vassago

It was hot. The summers had gotten hotter, but this was one of the worst summers he had experienced. Tupilek had luckily found a perfect spot to swelter under the brutal heat; under the shade of a tree, his paws half drenched the in cooling water. He snored, every once and a while stirring to itch at his radio collar in his sleep, but barely noticing as birds and small mammals alike gazed at his curiously pale form. Most, if not all, had never seen a Kermode bear before. He was a rare sight outside of the Great Bear Rainforest, after all.

He dreamed old wistful dreams; before he slept he half wondered if this was the end, as he always did when he fell asleep these days. He was old, older than most bears, both black, brown or grizzly. Older than the old bears in the Rainforest when he was young. He wondered why he was granted such a long life, given all of the fights, the dark magic. He had tried to meditate on the matter, but gave up within a few moments, choosing to nap instead.