Horizon Ridge the top of the world

haha, it would be hilarious. too bad there are no night clubs at Wolf! xD

Charon listened patiently to his bear-fighting teacher as she explained what they should do. Wait, check. Sniff, check. Listen, check. Somehow, Barf Face explaining about the possibilities made the bear seem so much more of a person. It could have cubs, it hunted, it moved out and then returned... It was weird thinking of bears as anything but horrible monsters that had killed his mother, really.

"Yeah," Charon whispered when Barf Face asked if he was following. He sniffed the air, trying to get a good whiff of the bear scent. For the first time, he actually picked up the scent (or, well, he thought it was; he'd never smelled a bear before, so it was hard to identify). Large ears cupped forward to listen and catch any sounds while sniffing. He didn't hear any sounds, but he could smell... something. He opened his mouth to ask if the scent he picked up was bear, but then realised that Barf Face thought him to be an excellent pro bear fighter, so he couldn't possibly ask her about the scent of bear. He should already know this scent. There was also the scent of blood, as though it had hunted (or had gotten hurt) recently.

Deciding to take the plunge and risk that it was actually bear he was smelling, Charon whispered, "Pretty sure it smells like bear in there, and kinda like blood... Maybe it hunted?" He hoped he was right, for Charon's young nose was far from perfected, and expectantly looked at Barf Face to, hopefully, confirm what he had just suggested.