For such a big bear he was childish. His excitement awoke everyone. The morning turned to afternoon and they all split into groups of three to search for a new place to either hunt or steal from. It just so happens that Mia, Birch, and Angel were in a group together. Birch lead the group, she could move any bushes or branches in the way. Angel was in the middle, to intimidate anything that might attack. Mia was in the back, she made sure Angel stayed serious. Mia's ice tracks melted from the heat and could be easily confused for rain from the night. It was kind of ironic that the big, old bear was more childish than the kitten. If they were in a battle though, Angel would win. He may be childish, but he is a quick thinker in battle. A rustle emerged from a bush. then growling. Two, then four, then eight yellow eyes emerged from the darkness. Angel squinted his eyes trying to decipher the little bit of face he could see.
