Whitefish River They Will Remember You

Ira appears forgiving, and yet the harshness of her words make the bear’s jaw drop in shock. “Have mercy, please,” he pleads back—all in good nature and humored by the interaction despite the fact he is… positive the roan warrior is not joking.

“Uhm,” he says, entering the arena. With his weight, he sinks into the sand quite a bit. It feels strange against his paws, for Evergreen never truly visited places like the Coast. “Well, I can use my height and weight to my advantage. It really depends on the fight too, like… if they are attacking me, or if I am attacking them.” He rambles, shifting his mismatched green eyes around.

“But uh, usually when I charge in, I try to protect my vulnerable spots? Body slams really seem to catch them off guard, but it has the cons of… hurting me, too.”