Melina dug through the dig piles of snow, searching for any signs of roots or rabbils. The tribe's food stores were rapidly depleting, and they needed to find more food quickly.
As she was digging, Melina's claw hit something furry and soft, and she heard a low, terrifying growl emerge from what she thought was a pile of snow. She whimpered, cowering in fear as the "snow" arose to reveal a balance bear, standing tall in all its horrifying, frosty glory.
Recognizing the terrible creature from distant memories of her long-lost tribe, Melina shrieked, dashing towards the other side of the camp. "BALANCE BEAR!" She screamed. Everyone else in the camp went into a panicked frenzy, also dashing away. Well, except Mari. "What in Heatwave's name is a balance bear?" Mari asked, her tail flicking. "NO TIME TO EXPLAIN, JUST RUNNNN!" Frosthorn yelped, dragging Mari out of the way just in time before the bear came barreling out of the snow towards the small tribe.