ooc: haha, it looks like Hemming will be very disapointed to find out who is there, feasting XDDD Feel free to PP Markku a bit XD
W.C.: +800
The pale boy knew that if Markku wasn't worried about the proximity of that other wolf, it meant there was really no need to be alarmed, but the boy couldn't help but to wonder who was there. The bear noticed it in his eyes. "Is ok'y. It's someon'else from tha tribe. And h's hungry..." He said, glancing to the fire and to the food before looking back to the boy. The Aston kid then wondered. If someone wanted to join in his meal, he needed to know how to treat the person. he was also prepared for those kinds of thing; every person needed a different treatment, althout most of them looked the same. No, they were different, even if some couldn't notice that.
"Aye, why don't you go there and tell me who is it?" He asked to the bear, that already had the eyes closed. He opened one to him -one very tired one- and he replied with a pleading glare. The bear moaned and got up slowly. The boy got that for him to hold his back out so the bear could get up. He pulled his knees to his chest, embracing them while he watched the bear yawn and get on his large dark brown legs and go slow but tiresome to where he'd felt the scent.
The boy felt a bit lonely as the bear got far away, and he sighed. "Should we go too?" He asked to the baby owl in his head, looking up again, as if he could see it. The owl cawed, and he nodded, twisting his maw. "yeah, I think that too... C'mon, then." He said while he got up, kicking up some dirt at the fire to extinguish it. He had no water, but throwing earth was the better way he knew, besides throwing water. The fire hissed in protest but didn't fight for long. There was no smoke, but the boy didn't care; he couldn't find the place quicker than following the smoke trail. He followed the bear's giant footprints until his massive frame was in within his sight. His long but muscular legs walked along the bear not for long until he could smell it too, the strong scent of the food and fire no longer lasting in his nose. And he felt quiote familiar with the scent. Hemming. The chicken.
He laughed roughly but quiet, his head bowing to the ground while his evil grin rooted in his face. He must have looked like a maniac by the way the bear looked rather scared by his sudden reaction. A shadow passed through his face. "I know him... Luck is a wonderful thing...!" He explained, musing at his luck. Of course, the bear couldn't understand why all of that, but the boy knew that he soon would.
"Will you do something for me?" He asked, his evil grin still in his face as he turned it to the bear. He could see his reflection in the bloodred eyes of Markku, and it made him even more terrifying. It felt good. The bear grimaced at his hard, ice-cold steel eyes. "Ya know Ah can't help ya at bully'ng, whelp." The bear told him with the husky voice trembling. Fear? "Don't see it that way... Think of it as a slightly aggressive moral joke!" He said, trying to persuade the giant creature. He didn't hope of winning; the bear had as much will as he did and much more wisdom he'd ever get.
Of course, the bear shook the square head reluctantly, and the boy gave up. It was a lost cause. Besides he could already see the grayish shape of the wolf that was -rather obviously- looking for them. And he got an idea. He unretracted his claws and gave a very -sudden, to maintain the surprise effect- light tackle in the bear's tight. It roared, jumping with the startle. "Whah the hell ar' ya doin', whelp?!" he asked angrily, baring his teeth in response. "I just needed you to growl." he said simply, knowing it would be enough to scare that chicken to the rest of his life. Attila could be young, but not idiot. He was aware of his reaction when he first saw the grizzly bear. It was rather likely to happen with the adult male, maybe worse. He ran to hide away in a tree's branch, but not too far away. Of course, he expected to the bear to get on his hind legs to talk to him. He wasn't disappointed. The bear was still baring his teeth, growling, but his pale body was well hidden in the leaves of the tree. To the chicken's view, it would only be the bear, growling his bone white teeth. Luck was still on his side, and the bear was rather snarling to where the grayish wolf was, instead of him. He giggled silently with that.