Attila's smile was wide as he ate a deer burguer. The deer burguer with lots of onion and sauce. The one Markku had promised him during his Journey. After that near-death experience, Markku promised him that he'd get that burguer and that he'd help the pale boy with bullying his brother. Unfortunately, Markku tried to avoid that second one, which led the boy to think he wasn't going to help him out. Well, at least he wasn't that disappointed. Something in his mind told him that the grizzly bear wasn't going to help him at all since the beginning.

He tried to forget those thoughts and only concentrate in the taste of the food. The little fire in front of them had some tools for cooking, the bear lying behind him, so the Aston kid could lay his back to the massive, fuzzy frame of the bear. It felt just so good. A good food, with a cozy fire and a very comfortable seat. What else could he want?

Keen, the baby barn owl, cawed from Attila's head. The nestling was always using the white mane of the growing boy, that was just a tuff of white fur in the top of his head. A lot of it, and it could be easily used as a nest for him. The caw of the young bird was not of pain, but of a plea. Food, of course... Attila knew that owls were carnivourous, and that an young avian like Keen needed a good amount of food to develop. He pulled out a small piece of his burguer with the gray claws and rose it to the top of his head. Then he felt it being grabbed out of his claws, which meant the owl had got it. He then relaxed the arm, his eyes aiming the sky, althought he couldn't see the bird. "You're gonna get really fat, you little feather ball!" he told to the bird, which cried with a rather giggly tone. It was really weird! He just shook his head, in disbelief. His back then trembled and he glanced to the bear. Laughing too. "What, now you talk owl-ish?" The boy asked, an annoyed tone in his voice. "Rath'r..." The bear answered, the husky, rough voice a bit giggly as well. The boy rolled the grayish blue eyes, and returned his attention to the food again.

"So, whelp... Did ya lik'it?" Markku asked. After all, it was him that made the burguer, and helped Attila to take over the dove. Otherwise, he wouldn't be eating a deer burguer. The bully boy nodded widely to him, with a smile in his full mouth. The bear grinned a smile full of giant teeth. Those recalled of his first meeting, when those teeth almost had him a heart attack. It made the boy giggle, but not so hard, with the irony.

The sun was high in the sky, but not yet noon. Besides, there was enough clouds in the sky to allow the boy to stay without a shelter. If it wasn't so, the little owl would be frying up along with his head.

Attila was getting on the second burguer when Markku rose his large, square head, his rounded fluffy ears in alert. He sniffed the air, still frozen with urgency, and then shrugged, and layed heavily his head back to the ground, a choky thud sound filling the air quickly before fading out. The pale boy watched with his grayish blue eyes alarmed at first, turning into confused ones, before fading into wary and then curious in the end of the scene. The bear replied his gaze with crimson eyes. "Worry not, whelp. It's just'any othar wolfie. Relax..." Markku said, the husky, strong voice groggy with sleepiness.

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.

Attila waited until the male would get closer and end up face to face wih Markku. It didn't go that easily. 'That guy is a completely fraking chicken!' He thought, snarling a bit. He needed a bit more motivation...

The boy was wandering the next move to make Markku come closer to Hemming, or vice versa, but nothing came to him. Nothing that wouldn't destroy his plans. He hadn't hear the male whisper, but the grizzly bear with him did. He narrowed the crimson eyes, wary and snorted while he walked heavily, the big rounded paw hitting the ground noisily while the bear went to the tree where the male was hidding. Attila was jumping, his tail wagging to quick it would work as a wing for him o fly away if it wasn't for his eager arms tied tightly around the branch.

He was almost yelping of excitement when the giant bear stuck his nose across the tree side to sniff what was behind it. That was the smae thing it had done with him, at their first meeting, but the boy wasn't thinking of that. His legs trembled with the adrenaline of only watching that scene. He noticed the male was stretching a leg to run from the bear, but it was too late. Markku got on his hind legs again, roaring at the male, only the creature knowing that the grayish wolf had a spear and knife. Not knowing his intentions, the bear could only think of protecting Attila, that now had his tongue sticking out of his maw. What else could he want?!

Attila, was sinking his white claws at the tree when his eyes widened not of excitement, but of pure fear. Not for himself, but for Markku. His grayish blue eyes saw that coward raise a spear at the big bear. The bully boy knew that Spirit Guides couldn't be killed, but he really couldn't be sure if he could be harmed. Could they? The boy wasn't going to take a chance with that.

Swiftly, he jumped from that branch, his heart hammering hardly his ribs, and raced to the scenery of a probable fight, his muzzle opened as he screamed a pitch, strident "WAIT!!" And he rose his hands, waving them in the air, to stop them.

His eyes were still wide, but they were hard as he glared at the amber ones of Hemming, and he noticed something weird in the top of his grayish head. Keen, that had been holding strongly in the thick mane of the white boy, cawed lowly. What the hell?

The pale boy ignore it, opening widely the light cream arms and hugging the Markku's belly, shuting tightly his eyes as he squeezed himself at the soft brown fur of his Guide. Now, he couldn't need more his huge Teddy Bear. The fear he had felt for that bear almost gave him a convulsion. The connection he had for that enormous furball was too strong. He felt awful for putting the giant bear in that situation, don't matter if it was danger at all or not. He mouthed a sorry, but he knew neither the bear nor that stupid chicken could see it.

He turned the steel-hard, ice-cold eyes to the male, anger tangible in both his eyes and voice. "Point that stupid thing elsewhere or I swear I'll rip your heart off your chest!!" He threatened, his voice rough and enraged.

Attila watched with cold eyes the male walk away, anger and frustation in his amber eyes. The boy felt the back of his hands itch, and the sudden will to hit that stupid coward was strong, but not enough. The bear got back into four legs, and the pale boy simply patted his massive shoulder blades with one hand, the other formed up a tight fist.

He narrowed his eyes to the disappearing grayish shape of Hemming, and he felt Markku's crimson glare in his face. With one glance to him, the bully juvenile noticed that the big bear's eyes were like saying "You don't really mean to end this just like that, do you?"

He sighed, and hesitated a few seconds before run after the older male. If there was something he really hated was to ask for apologizes. His eyes were reluctant, and his movements were stiff. He actually wanted to end that meeting just like that. Unfortunately, that big bear wouldn't stop annoying him until he asked for sorry. The choky sound of the giant paws of Markku, running beside him, made one of his ears flick sideways. "Ya know, ya own me apologies too. For makin' me attack tha' fella." The bear said, his husky, deep voice directioned to him. He rolled his eyes, and noticed Hemming got into his view.

"Hey! Wait!" He cries out, slowing his pace, slightly out of breath. "Listen, I... I'm sorry." He said, holding his hands on his knees, faking to be tired to don't have to look at his eyes.

He looked at the male, both his eyes and face expressionless. He strained his back, white hands pulling his lower back forward, the cracks of his spine stretching made him grunt with the mild pain and the pleasure of more flexible bones. But then, the male started to speak. His voice was completely poisoned with the old sarcasm the boy knew so well. His words burned his ears with their intensity, hitting hard into his soul. The boy knew that he was right, and even so, he kept doing those foolish stuff. He knew it was the worng thing to do, but he couldn't stop himself from doing those. And that was the sad true.

Patiently, the boy waited, biting his lips to control that sorrow that came as he payed attention to those words. It hurt him to hear those words, and to know to the bottom of his young, but smart little heart that they were true. It overwhelmed him how it actually hurt. Almost as much as... He shook off those awfully painful thoughts, focusing completely on the male's speech. When it ended, he let his head fall, a deep sigh breaking through that sudden, heavy silent. His hands were now in his waist, the last remaining of any sign of sustaining his body up. Otherwisem, they would be hanging dead in his side, the picture of the complete worn-out person. It would be rather sad to watch, that's for sure.

He didn't know what to say. The memories of that day with Dawali came back, vivid like the perfect flash-back. Nothing blurred, nothing faded. Every single detail had been saved, and it now passed in his mind. His plan. 'Keep to the plan!', he thought to himself. He then looked at the male, aware that his face might look very tired. Of course, too good to be a faked one. Another sigh. "Well, as it seems, you released all the weight off your shoulders, I guess I can really ask again for apologies. I'm sorry I did those things, but... It's just my nature!" He said, explaining with the most honest look into his iron grayish blue eyes. "I can't help it! I'm still young, it's still hard to control my temper." He said, knowing it was not just another excuse. It was his age's guilt. He was getting into a hard age, the age of tantruns and the "It's mine!" phase, and all those whim stuff. More than just stupid things when younger, those were about anything that wasn't given to him when he wanted. Even though he was the more premature of his litter, he knew that in the control subject, he really sucked. He would give that to the others. After all, he couldn't be good in everything!

Attila waited the other take in his speech, and he nodded grateful when the male really accepted his apologies. Even so, the tiredness in him hadn't went away. "No antics... got it." He said, reassuring. The ivory juvenile knew that time would cure him from that bad behaviour, though he wasn't sure if that was what he wanted.

Even so, he glanced again at the bear, and he noticed it was smiling, rather nodding in agreement. Well, at least he had done something good in his life. At least once. 'Stick to the plan' He thought, the memory from that day still clear in his mind. Yes, he would.

"Of course we can, I'll bring the torches." he said, answering the male's invite. He would just cut some tree's branch and get the fire from Oce's bonfires.

Attila watched the male grin with his answer. That was a good sign. A great sign, actually. They could befriend, after all. Good, ideed.

When he mentioned to finish, the ivory juvenile thought about starting to develop skills. Weaponcraft was a very util one. "Hey?" He called out, pausing before continuing. "How about... I can help ya with that." He offered, his eyes usually hard were soft now, like melted blueish steel.