The Sentinels kovaa karhun

@Cas hopefully?? but aw

The hulking figure found himself roused from his sleep by the early morning light. He blinked sleepily before pushing himself upward and out of the den that he had crafted for himself. The light of dawn had always been the most fruitful time when he had worked on the tundra. Lærke had been told that it was the light provided for men to do what needed to be done most prudently. Were it not for his peculiar captivation with the night sky and the stars that stretched overhead, he would have found himself rising at first light far more often. The bear would take the days that came to him in strides.
 
Stepping out of his home and into the richly scented wood, the soturi set himself on a path that drew him toward the edges of the pack. His inky nostrils flared to capture the markings that had been left on the borders, and he made work of learning the pack’s perimeters. The forest was still a new landscape for the hulking brute. He had always been more keen on a frozen stretch of land that rose and dipped for miles upon miles, but Lærke knew that he could not allow himself to become stuck in the ways of his homeland. The tundra had provided for him for many years, and it was his turn to provide for others.
 
Large paws thudded against the soft earth as the bear set to a canter. His argent gaze followed the stretch of the trees and the limbs that seemed to reach toward the heavens. He wanted to memorize every chunk in the bark. He longed to know the whispers of the mystic wood.