"Have you had enough to eat?" Bepo asked Pride, offering her the bowl of fish he'd caught earlier. She yawned and laid her head on her paws. She closed her eyes, preparing to rest.
"Yes, I'm fine now. Thank you."
"What's it like to live on this island?" Pride opened her eyes a smudge, eyeing the other polar bear with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
"You don't know what it's like to live in the real world, do you?" She questioned, watching as Bepo's curious looked turned to one of confusion. He shook his head. With a sigh, Pride heaved herself back up to a sitting position and faced him.
"Living on the island is hard. You never know if you'll be able to eat that day or not. You constantly have to hunt or fish for food. It's a real challenge."
"I've always liked challenges." Bepo pondered.
"Sometimes you have to hide, mostly from the hunters but from other animals as well." She brushed some snow off of her paw. For the most part, the shelter kept the snow off of her.
"Well, why don't you just fight back?" Her look was one of disbelief.
"You can't. There's a big group of them." Bepo hit his fist into his palm.
"I could take care of them. I've fought large groups of people before. They wouldn't stand a chance." Pride shrugged.
"Well, it's not like you'll ever be able to anyway."
"What do you mean?" The female bear gestured to the men walking around the submarine a ways away from them.
"You have your friends. You'll just leave with them soon." Bepo remained quiet.
"Well...what if I stayed here? With you?" She cocked her head.
"..." She didn't say anything, just stared off into the snowy hills. Both bears had a lot to think about.
"No! It can't be that way! We never went that direction." Summer adamantly argued, gesturing towards yet another gnarled tree in the gigantic forest of gnarled trees. "I'm telling you. The sub is this direction." She pointed south, away from where Shachi was heading. He turned.
"There's no way you can know that!"
"Well, there's no way you can know that that's the right way, now can you?" She said, crossing her arms.
"We can't just keep going in circles! We need to pick a direction and stick with it." Summer held out her hand.
"Rock paper scissors will determine which way we go, got it?" He nodded fiercely, holding out a fist of his own.
"Rock...paper...SCISSORS!" They both shouted at the same time, holding out their hands. Both held up paper.
"Another round!" Shachi said.
"Rock, paper, scissors!" They yelled, and once again they both picked paper.
"Stop picking paper!" Summer yelled, closing her fist together. Shachi shook his head in disbelief.
"You stop picking paper. I can choose whichever one I want!"
"Let's just do one more round, alright? Winner makes the decision." They held out their hands one last time.
"Rock...paper...SCISSORS!"
Throwing both of their hands out, they both sweatdropped at the sight of both of them playing rock.
"God dammit!" Shachi shouted throwing his hands up in the air.
"This is getting us nowhere. Can we just pick a direction and go?"
Shachi sighed heavily. "Fine." He huffed, crossing his arms like a five-year-old. "Just go."
Shaking her head, Summer stomped off through the trees. "You're such a child." SHe muttered. Unfortunately, Shachi heard her.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, baka!"
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