Wild Berry Meadow Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful

"Thanks," he said, distracted, as she pulled the feather out of his pelt. He was sure there were others still, but they had come to a more important discussion than his masculine pride. "It doesn't, does it?" he agreed, his mouth twisting briefly. "But there are men hunting him. He'll be caught soon."

This was the isbjørn's hope, anyway. In the mean time, he just wanted Raindrop to be careful.

"Do I have any more?" he asked, nudging the conversation away from such heavy topics. Just because he couldn't stop himself from worrying, he didn't have to bring everyone else down along with him. So he turned in a quick circle, craning his neck to try and see the rest of his body. "They're tricky, these turkeys," he told her. "You're about liable to turn into one if you're not real-real careful with 'em."