Bearclaw Valley Greetings

His large paw grabbed a few of the acorns and popped them into his mouth. The crunch of the nuts being crushed between his jaws sounded loudly. The fluffy bear hummed. He liked how the snow had vanished and spring had come. Soon there would be an abundant amount of berries for him to eat without needing to go through the effort of finding them first. The bear had to look up when he heard a small voice address him. His vision wasn't that good but he could clearly seen the black and white fox across from him.

"I wish to be called Arthur. I am not some common bear," he returning instantly with some air in his deep voice. Then he tipped his head. "You must mistake me for a grizzly. My subspecies is a black bear. Far more approachable." The bear snorted. This tiny fox was disturbing his quite adequate lunch. "What is it you want from me?"