Another day goes by, as polar hunts for food here in the snowy woods, his current home. As he waits in the treetops for his prey to show itself, he starts to wonder if he'll ever find his creator or this one that shadows speaks of, this, this..... kodiak. As polar is sitting on his branch he smells the wind change and catches the sent of a deer close by, Polar starts to move silently through the treetops trying to spot his meal. He stops, there it is, not 5 feet away, oblivious to his presence.
he lets out a small growl..." lunch time" .
As the deer turned it's head to the growl, polar leaps finishing the animal in one motion. Polar observes the dead beast noticing how quickly it was done, and as his stomach growls polar reaches down and freezes the deer to keep the meat fresh, then hauling it onto his wide shoulders, he begins his trek back to his makeshift shelter.....
he lets out a small growl..." lunch time" .
As the deer turned it's head to the growl, polar leaps finishing the animal in one motion. Polar observes the dead beast noticing how quickly it was done, and as his stomach growls polar reaches down and freezes the deer to keep the meat fresh, then hauling it onto his wide shoulders, he begins his trek back to his makeshift shelter.....
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