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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Setting his tools down, Moss stepped back and observed the progress of the dwellings’ expansion. Others would help him whenever they could, lending their air and strength but the black bear maintained control all throughout, wanting everything to be just right for when Kit would return. It had been nearly two moons since then and summer was starting to become fall. With passing day more and more was done and things were coming together well. Just as much as he couldn’t wait to see the finished project, Moss was just itching to see his other mate again. \n\nHe could remember when Kit had arrived, like he had fallen from the sky. A never before seen creature that was so different from anything else in or outside of the forest. Of all the bears he could have encountered out there, Kit was found by Dusty. And the grizzly had taken an immediate liking to him. That’s what Moss liked about his first mate. Dusty was so caring and considerate, a gentle giant. And yet, beneath that was a strong, dominant, and protective side that complemented his size and strength. Finding someone all alone, defenseless, and without his memories…Moss wasn’t at all surprised that Dusty wound up taking him in. \n\nAt the time it did hurt that Dusty had asked him to stay away. Looking back it was the right choice. The way he acted towards the human at first…just thinking about it made him wince and cringe. What came out of it was Kit ultimately proving him wrong. Though smaller and weaker at the time, Kit had proved that he was capable. That he had the heart of a bear. And he kept trying from there, learning all that he could to be one of them, going further than anyone else he had ever seen. He even proved that the spirits were still with them, becoming a bear like them! \n\nHis only complaint was that Kit wound up being a bigger bear than him, making him the smallest out of them. And just when it seemed like we were going to be able to live together in a cramped dwelling, Kit started having problems that took him away to some far off place… \n\nOf course he had his usual duties to attend to. As much as he was enjoying the process of adding more, getting his ideas all the closer to being a reality with every day, Moss still had hunting duties to attend to. Dusty wasn’t as keen on hunting with Kit gone so Moss had to make do with other bears, also trained and assigned hunters like him. While out in the wilderness, the black bear was finding it difficult to actually focus on the task at hand. \n\nGetting into formation with the others, Moss was in the perfect position to make the first move. When the signal was given to him, he moved in the same way he always had. But this time something happened. It had recently rained and in his path was a smooth rock that he didn’t see. But the object made its presence abundantly clear when the bear slipped on it and fell with a loud thud and shaking of the bushes. The commotion scared the prey away, ruining what would be a perfect hunt. \n\nAnd that was just the start of it. After having to settle with something much smaller, Moss joined another group a few days later. That time he put a real effort into his actions, keeping himself aware of his actions. And yet he somehow managed to step on a clump of brittle branches. The sound made way too much noise, scaring off the two deer he and the others had been stalking. \n\n”Moss!” one of his hunting partners hissed, obviously not amused with what happened. \n\n“I uh…” the black bear winced as he got up, feeling a myriad of eyes glaring on him from all sides… \n\nThe worst incident had been the latest one. Following the two slip-ups, Moss was placed at the rear of the formation. That suited him just fine. The role he once had been so passionate about had started to lose its excitement lately. His mind was all over the place, usually coming back to what he was going to do when he was able to work on the dwelling again. Instead of causing them to lose prey, Moss messed up before they got to the clearing. He misjudged the distance of a leap made countless times before. Instead of landing on the other side without issue, Moss was suddenly down in the water of the running stream. And this time those with him laughed. That’s when he took his leave, walking back to the tribe grounds on his own, his footsteps thumping on the ground and water dripping from his fur. It was only a matter of time before everyone else would be hearing about his string of rookie mistakes…\n\n“How was it?” Dusty asked when his mate returned. \n\n”Fine!” Moss snapped, walking right past the grizzly bear, wanting to find something to dry himself off with. \n\nSurprised by the response, the bigger ursine then realized that Moss had come back much sooner than he usually would and alone. And of course he was soaking wet. He gave his mate the time needed to dry himself and cool down a bit before approaching. \n\n“Hey…” he started, having a soft tone of voice. “Everyone has their off days. It’ll pass. You’re a great hunter and everyone knows that.” \n\n”I…” Moss appreciated his mates words but couldn’t shake off that feeling. He was disappointed in himself, feeling like he was letting everyone down by getting in the way so much. By being unable to do what he was meant to, and getting in the way too many times. “I know…” \n\n“You’ll get your spark back,” Dusty told him. Knowing that Dusty had full confidence in him was making Moss feel better already. Of course word came back with the hunting party. This latest story, along with those that came before, had turned Moss into a local source of amusement. At first he tried to keep Dusty’s words in mind but that was hard to do with everyone giving him looks and snickering behind his back. There was only so much that anyone could take of this, let alone someone like Moss. \n\nHe stayed at his dwelling, getting himself lost in the work. That allowed him to finally relax. In the place of anger was determination to prove that he still had what it takes. Not just the others but to himself as well. \n\n\n\nThat same night, Moss snuck out of his bed, creeping out of the tribe and into the forest. If this was just a case of bad luck, then he was going to end it tonight. Out under the cover of darkness, looking up at the shining moon, Moss took a deep breath as he padded into the shadows of the forest, keeping his steps light and his senses sharp. Looking around, the black bear was keeping an eye out for anything that he could catch while heading for the clearing. Since he was alone it was best to go for something smaller and easier to handle. \n\nWith the clearing up ahead, Moss was able to look around and caught sight of a lone hog. It looked pretty young too. The perfect catch! Steeling himself, the ursine tread extra carefully, getting all the closer to the unaware creature. When the hog’s ears would twitch or anytime it stopped sniffing about, Moss would freeze up, keeping himself in the shadows and hopefully out of sight. And so far the hog was still unaware of his presence. Coming close enough to seal the deal, Moss readied himself. With a rush of a speed he lunged forwards, catching his foot on a fallen branch. And in an instant he was crashing to the ground, the hog running away with a fearful squeal. \n\nMoss wasn’t in a rush to pick himself up this time. Instead he rolled over onto his back, looking up at the starry sky, at least he did before his eyes started to mist, making the view blurry. Frustrated tears were welling up as he laid there, feeling defeated. \n\nIt was then that he heard approaching footsteps. Moss was quick to get up and wipe his eyes. Stepping out of the darkness and into the light of the moon was Dusty. The grizzly’s gaze was filled with understanding. He stepped up to Moss and gently nuzzled him, whispering things to him. Moss heard the words and was feeling a shroud of reassurance that cut through his own self doubts. \n\n“Moss, you know that I don’t care if you were the greatest hunter in the settlement or the entirety of our territories,” Dusty said as they sat down side by side. \n\n”I know…” the black bear sighed. He felt a wave of gratitude wash over him as leaned over, resting his face on the other bear’s fur. There was a prolonged quiet between them, taking in the sounds and sights around them. Fall was here but the lasting elements of summer were still about. The fireflies were still twinkling about, their illumination pairing perfectly with the distant chirps of crickets. \n\n”I’ve just been feeling…off lately,” Moss finally said. “And I think it’s about Kit.”\n\n”Kit?” Dusty inquired. “You’re worried about him.” \n\n”No, it’s not that,” Moss said, shaking his head. A conflicted expression crossed his features. “I think it’s more about me… I don’t… I don’t think I’m good enough.” \n\n”What do you mean by that?” Dusty asked, his tone becoming more serious. \n\n”I mean…” Moss started, knowing that he had to choose his words carefully. “I used to like that Kit was less experienced than me. I used to have this sense of…superiority towards him. He was an outsider who didn’t know anything about being a bear. And even when we got together, in the back of my mind I still had this sense that there would always be this gap between us. For all of Kit’s amazing skills he would always be smaller. His teeth would be too flat and his claws too dull to do what I could so easily.”\n\n”And then I watched him learn. And grow. And then he literally changed. Into a bear like us. And even then he’s constantly doing more and more. And here I am, feeling like I’m falling behind.” As he confessed the way he had been this whole time, Moss had been fidgeting with his claws nervously, worried about how Dusty would feel about his confession. \n\n”And there’s something else, but…” Moss trailed off, wondering if he already said too much. \n\n“What is it, Moss? You know you can tell me anything,” Dusty said with a genuine tone and look in his eyes. \n\nNodding in response, Moss took a deep breath. “I…I never wanted to be a hunter,” he confessed, the words coming out in a rush. “It’s just what my dad and his dad did. I felt like I needed to keep it going, like a tradition. Looking but that was a pretty stupid choice. Not like I was gonna have any cubs.” \n\nDusty placed a paw on Moss’ shoulder. “I understand, Moss. But can I ask…what do you really want to do?” \n\nMoss furrowed his brow, pondering the question. And he thought for some time before he finally spoke again. “Well, I really like working on the dwelling,” he admitted, his voice more certain this time. “I love using the tools, putting things together piece by piece. It’s more fulfilling than I thought it would be.”\n\nHearing that made the other bear smile. “Then maybe that’s where your true calling lies, Moss,” he said encouragingly. “Maybe it’s time you focus on that.” \n\nMoss felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he really started to think about it. For the first time he allowed himself to think of a future where he could do something other than hunting. Something he could be truly, wholly passionate about. The idea was already making him excited. And Dusty’s support was giving him the courage to take the chance. \n\nTogether they looked up at the stars in the sky, sitting in silence with their bodies pressed close together. Within the black bear was the stirring of both fear and excitement, realizing that this could be a new beginning for him. \n\n“I see…” Beric responded. \n\nMoss was standing tall as he spoke to the leader of the settlement, expressing the way he had been feeling lately. Though the polar bear was listening, Moss was wondering if this had been a mistake. It felt humiliating admitting his recent string of failures when it came to hunting, something he had been doing for years. This was the kind of speak one would expect from the elders that could no longer keep up with the younger members of the tribe. \n\n“At first I thought it was best to follow in the footsteps of those who came before me,” Moss admitted. “But it’s only now that I’ve realized…what I really want to do is build. It just feels right to me. Sure hunting is something I’m good at but it was never something I truly enjoyed. Seeing the progress on the dwelling improve every day brings me fulfillment like never before.” He spoke as professionally as he could, hoping that he was making a good case for himself. \n\nAfter making his case there was a spanning quiet that was making the black bear sweat a little. Had this been a mistake? Maybe he just should have kept his mouth shut and put more effort into his task instead of taking the easy way out by requesting a change. Everybody had their bad streaks and yet they didn’t go directly to the settlement’s leader because of it… \n\n“You know, Mallos. I was surprised when you first took up the hunting position. I even remember your answer came without hesitation or a moment of thought. Perhaps then I should have asked if you were truly sure. But you took on the role of hunter well, proving yourself not only capable but an asset to our settlement,” Beric said. \n\nThose words made Moss gulp. That was the opposite of what he wanted to hear. \n\n“And I did pass by when you were working on the dwelling. Clearly you’re engrossed in the work. So focused, engaged. You also show impressive skills when it comes to coordinating a group. You keep track of everything that those offering their hands and time are doing, not only keeping them on track but assisting them if they need it. I saw a fire in you like never before,” Beric recounted. \n\nA smile spread across the black furred bear’s muzzle. Beric put it so eloquently, perfectly describing what he had been feeling. Hearing it from the settlement’s leader chased away those doubts. He was more certain than ever and even prepared himself to argue his case further if Beric put him back on hunting duties. \n\n\n“I do recall that during the spring season you took on two tasks: scouting in addition to your usual hunting duties. While I can’t immediately remove you from the hunting rotation, I can make your new dream reality by granting you the new position as builder in addition. But don’t worry. When this winter passes we’ll have new sets of paws and I’m certain they’ll be plenty willing to take your place.”\n\n“Thank you, Beric,” Moss said, doing his best to keep himself formal. From there the leader detailed how Moss would essentially keep doing what he already was. He would be put on morning hunting duties and finishing his own dwelling would be his first official task and test as a builder.\n\nAs the black bear was ready to take his leave, he was surprised to see Hannoh walking into Beric’s dwelling, the elder bear giving him a nod as he passed by. \n\n“Beric,” he addressed the leader with a nod. \n\n“Hannoh, what brings you here?” Beric asked him. \n\n“I’ve just come to suggest something,” the sun bear said, getting right to the point. “I was just wondering if I could send a letter to that little whelp, Kit.”\n\n“You want to send him a letter?” Beric repeated. \n\n“Was I not clear?” the elder responded sharply, making Moss blink. But the polar bear chuckled. \n\n“It is an intriguing idea. But yes, it would be good to send our departed members words of encouragement, wishing them well,” the polar bear decided. “Mallos. If you or Dryfus want to send Kit a letter, then please bring it here by the end of the day so we can have it sent off first thing in the morning. I’ll make sure that Boreas’ mate is made aware as well.” \n\n“Ah, yes. Young Boreas. He’s all growl and no bite from what I’ve heard,” Hannoh said with a snort. “His mate stays in the nearest settlement to ours, right? Due east?” \n\n“That’s correct,” Beric acknowledged. “And they’re rather close. I’m sure being separated from his mate has been hard.” \n\n“On another note,” Hannoh interrupted. “The Capitol still has no idea about Kit, correct.” \n\n“Yes, that is correct,” Beric responded. \n\nMoss was still there but he was starting to wonder if this was a conversation he should be present for. He kept himself concerned about the affairs going on in this settlement. And this place he called home was just one of other settlements placed all over the bears’ territory. Each and every one of them answered to the Capitol that they called the Great Den, set in the very center of it all. The black bear hadn’t ever been to the Capitol himself, not even knowing what the place looked like. While a part of him was curious the rest was perfectly content sticking to his simple settlement life. Apparently the highest calibur of leaders reside there, making decisions for each and every one of the settlements. Even Beric, the one they all answered to, had someone he had to listen to, along with the other settlement’s respective leaders.\n\n“Don’t you think it’s about time we inform them? At least of Kit’s presence?” Hannoh asked. \n\n“And what do you propose we tell them?” Beric asked, genuinely asking the elder for an idea. \n\n“I don’t see a point in mentioning the whole human thing. He’s a bear now so we just tell them the important parts. We found him on his own, took him in and he’s proven himself capable. We have many who will vouch for him if questions are asked.” \n\n“That is true,” Beric agreed. “And you’re right. I’ll send the letters and the report in the morning.”\n\n“Thank you,” the sun bear said, bowing his head before he left, giving Moss a nod on the way. Moss nodded back, knowing better than to speak of the conversation, at least for the most part. He was beaming when he stepped out of the leader’s dwelling, fueled by his approved change of position and the idea of communicating with Kit again. When Dusty returned he had already written his letter and quickly caught Dusty up to speed, getting him to do the same so they could send their messages to their mate. \n\n“I can only imagine the look on his face when we’ll get it,” Dusty said as he finished writing his letter, making it presentable so that it could be sent off the very next morning. \n\n“How much longer do you think he’ll be out there?” Moss asked. \n\n“I don’t know. But I do think the dwelling should be finished before he gets here,” the grizzly repeated in a teasing tone of voice. \n\n“Oh trust me, it will be,” Moss said with a smile, taking the other ursine’s words as an issued challenge. \n\n\n“That was another good one,” Perch said. He was addressing the group that finished another session of training. “You’ve all come very far. Not long now. With a bit more time and effort you’ll all be leaving from this hill with nothing to worry about ever again. Well, as far as your base instincts are concerned.” \n\n“Yes, Perch!” they all responded at once. Time together had brought them all closer in various ways. They had become a team and for the most part could call themselves friends. \n\n“You’re all dismissed!” Perch told them. Nodding in response, the group of various tribe members dispersed, looking to wind down after another day. With a groan and stretch, Kit decided that he was going to take a walk. He had gotten very used to his new environment, finding many things to appreciate about it. The view on the horizon was incredible. He could see the expanse of the forest in all directions, how far it stretched and how different yet similar it all looked. If he really took the time to look closely, keeping his bearings in mind, the kodiak bear could differentiate the territories he had been to. \n\nThe more spread out trees and clearings of the bear territory, the dense overgrowth of the fox’s, and the close knit treetops that formed the shrouding blanket of darkness the Nocturnals called home. At one point he had been trying to familiarize himself with just the settlement he had been found in, and now the world was so much bigger. \n\nThrough his new friends he was getting a better idea of the differing cultures. Bowie was such a free spirit and his optimism was infectious, keeping them in good spirits when things were getting rough. And they made sure to have his back in return. Vozz carried the ways of the Nocturnals, it showed in the way he did just about everything. Though he was the smallest among them and the most introverted, Vozz was keeping up with all of them. He also grew close to Bowie, forming a friendly relationship with him. Before he left, the bear saw the two walk and talk together. \n\nThe only one that kept himself at a distance still was Boreas. Kit remembered the conversation they had, when Boreas had actually encouraged him. And he watched as the other bear improved as well; not just when it came to handling his instincts. Boreas's insults came less often and weren't as harsh as time continued to pass. He was more willing to help someone else if they needed it and thought a lot more about how his words and actions affected others. The panda wasn’t the kind to say it aloud, but Kit could sense that Boreas was rooting for all of them, including himself. \n\nStill taking in the view, Kit took a deep breath. He could certainly say that the training was working. The buzzing in his head had weakened dramatically, allowing him to enjoy the breeze ruffling his fur and the sound of wind slipping through the trees. With his nose he was picking up the scents of very early fall, the leaves that were starting to change color and descend from their branches. He could see the orange spreading across the treetops of the forest and it would soon be everywhere he looked. The only thing he wanted now was to see how home would look painted in the colors of autumn.\n\nIt was later that same day when Kit was sitting around a crackling campfire, winding down with a meal as the sun was setting. Looking at it was making him think of his mates, Dusty and Moss. Staring out into the orange light bathed distance, the kodiak bear felt his heart flutter for a moment. But that moment didn’t last when he heard something coming up from the opposite direction. And he wasn’t the only one to look back. \n\nComing up the trail was a hare, sounding a bit winded as he came upon the group settled atop the hill. “My, this is a unique lot,” the lagomorph said. Perch and Largo approached, guiding him to somewhere he could sit. \n\n“Well this is an unexpected surprise,” Perch said. “Did you come for the training? I’m afraid it is a bit late but-” \n\n“Oh no. I’m here to make a delivery. And this has been the furthest I’ve ever gone,” the hare explained how the messages he carried had been passed throughout the forest. Getting them along as fast as they manage, in just a few days time they reached their intended destination. Excitement came from everyone as they gathered around. The hare had a message for everyone. Kit’s heart leapt when he received not one but three parchment scrolls, seeing the first two had the handwriting of Moss and Dusty. As for the third, seeing Hannoh’s signature was a pleasant surprise. \n\nOpening one after the other, starting with his mates’, Kit read about their daily life back at the settlement. Dusty described how things were changing back home, the season and the way that the bears were preparing for it. He told of the fish that were flowing freely through the streams and then talked about himself, how he enjoyed the patrols that had him in the thick of the changing environment. He couldn’t wait for Kit to come back and experience it with them. \n\nKit chuckled when he heard Moss’, hearing the black bear’s cute whining in his head when reading the first line. Moss asked him how much longer he was going to be out and away from the settlement. From there the tone changed as the black bear detailed how things were going from him: recounting his mistakes when it came to hunting and how his feelings were changing about it. He even went to Beric to request a change in position, finding a new passion in building instead. Hearing that made Kit smile. Though happy for the other bear, Kit wished that he could have seen it all for himself. \n\nThe last and odd letter out belonged to Hannoh. Kit had no idea what to expect as he unfurled the scroll and began to read: \n\n“[i]Dear Kit, \u000b\u000bI’m sure you weren’t expecting to hear from an old throw rug like me. All the same I’m not the kind to send heartfelt letters either. But for you, and you alone, I am willing to make an exception. \u000b\u000bI was content to just fade away in the background and let the new generation take over. Seemed like they had it all figured out. But meeting you changed things. I found someone that still needed my help. Someone unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. And I mean that in more ways than one. Something so small. Without fur or fangs and yet I knew there was something special about you. Not only did you prove me right but you’ve restored my faith. Not just in the future of the entire tribe but in the spirits as well. \u000b\u000bIf there’s one thing I want you to never forget it's that the spirits chose you. They see something in you that’s not in anyone else around here. What that ‘something’ is, I can’t tell you but I want you to hone in on that, to foster it. You’ve come so far already and I can’t wait to see you again when you’re home! \u000b\u000bSo show those instincts who’s in control![/i]” \n\n-Hannoh\n\nTheir words gave Kit the motivation to keep going along with a sense of longing, a yearning to see them all again soon. So he would keep pushing on and wouldn’t waver, using these letters to fuel himself. \n\nSitting against a large oak tree, Bowie carefully unfurled his own scroll, reading the letter that his brother had sent him. He excitedly scanned the words on the paper, reading about the happenings in the fox tribe and the bustling activities at the family inn. \n\nVozz had received word from his grandfather, who wrote about their abundant harvest and the festival that Vozz had missed out on. His older relative’s elegant penmanship brought a smile to the raccoon’s face as he imagined the colorful celebrations and the delicious treats that came from the Nocturnals. \n\nCuriosity got the best of Kit as he saw Bowie and Vozz engrossed in their letters, clearly pleased with what they were reading.\n\n“Who did you get a letter from?” Kit asked Boreas. \n\n“Mind your own business, Kit,” the panda promptly responded, not even looking the bigger bear’s way. He got up and walked away, keeping the scroll in his grip. Kit sighed and shook his head, expecting as much and deciding not to pry any further. The sun was just starting to finally dip below the horizon as they sat mostly together, each getting lost in their own thoughts brought about by the letters they received. \n\n\n\nA hunting group composed of Kit, Boreas, Bowie, and Vozz were making their way through the thick greenery of the hill’s forest, moving as quietly as they could while having their provided weapons at the ready. Perch had sent them out, tasking them with bringing something back. They needed less and less of their elixirs, gaining greater amounts of control over themselves. From this, Kit and others were feeling all the more confident in their own abilities. As they crept through the trees, Vozz was more alert than the others, staying close to the front of the group. For him, this hunt was different, carrying more significance than ever before. \n\nVozz wasn’t the only one feeling that something was different. The group as a whole were in much better sync with each other as they got to know each other better; their movements were more fluid and coordinated. Leading the group, Bowie made a simple gesture with his hand and the others moved accordingly, their shared goal being to bring back something big this time. \n\nBowie’s guidance led them right to a deer that was grazing just up ahead. On high alert, everyone readied themselves, their eyes fixed on the creature. Vozz’s heart was racing with excitement as he clutched his weapon tighter. Again, Bowie signaled for the others to move out by keeping themselves close. They were going to surround it. \n\nStill moving about quietly, keeping themselves low to the ground, they collectively inched closer to their prey, Vozz could see how the deer was still unaware of the unique group closing in on it, keeping its head down as it continued to graze. And the closer he got, the stronger the thrill within him became. He could already feel himself hurtling through the air, latching onto the horned creature. But for now he was keeping himself in place along with everyone else. Bowie was in control, his signals being the guide for their actions but Vozz felt his fur tingling, \n\nBut just as Bowie was ready to give the final signal, Voizz was already racing ahead. Just as he had imagined, Vozz was flying ahead, even letting out a battle cry as he soared towards the deer. But it was faster and ran away, leaving Vozz to crash to the ground. With a groan he got up and spat the dirt out of his mouth. \n\n“Vozz! What the hell was that?” Boreas growled as he and the others approached. \n\n“I’m sorry. I just thought I could get it on my own,” Vozz replied while hanging his head low. \n\n“You can’t just go ahead like that. We work as a team. Remember?” Bowie scolded the raccoon thoroughly, leaving him and the others looking pretty surprised.\n\n“I know…” Vozz nodded, feeling even more ashamed. Their chance to bring back a deer was ruined and he let everyone else down, including himself. It would have been one thing to miss the deer while in formation but the stunt he pulled made everything much worse. \n\nThough they managed to find something else, Vozz could shake off the disappointment and guilt, even when the sun was starting to set. His blunder weighed on him and he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to anyone else. \n\nBowie noticed the way his friend kept himself at bay, even more than usual, and his solemn expression. He decided to sit down next to him, not saying anything to the raccoon yet. Not until Vozz looked his way. “Everything alright?” he asked, trying to start a conversation. \n\nVozz remained quiet for a few moments, keeping his gaze on the campfire that had been started before finally speaking up. \n\n“I just feel like I let everyone down. I wanted to prove myself but ended up ruining everything instead,” he said. \n\nPutting a hand on Vozz’s shoulder, getting his friend to look his way, the fox smiled gently. “Listen. We’ve all been there. We all make mistakes. But you gotta try and learn from them. So you can do better when the next time comes. At least, that’s what my brother tells me.” \n\nSmiling as well, Vozz nodded. “Thanks, Bowie.” He returned his gaze to the fire, inhaling and then exhaling. “There’s a reason why I did that. I wanted to bring the antlers back to my grandfather. From that letter he sent, a read about all the things I had missed out on. But he wished me well and wanted me to do great things. We don’t usually hunt deer where I’m from so I thought it would really impress him.”\n\n“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bowie asked. He wasn’t mad or disappointed. Vozz looked directly at the fox with a surprised expression. “If you wanna get a deer to show off, then that’s what we’re gonna do!” \n\n“Uh…thanks…” Vozz blinked again. He wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction at all. Like Boreas had been, he assumed that Bowie would be mad too. But instead the fox remained by his side and the two began to discuss, coming up with a new plan to increase their chances of success. Their excited talking back and forth attracted the attention of the bears. Bowie explained to Kit and Boreas; in time they all understood Vozz’s point of view and joined in with the conversation, all giving their own input on how to best proceed. \n\n“Look at them go,” Perch said as he watched from afar. Standing beside him and wearing a grin of his own, Largo nodded. “I’m sure they can’t wait to get back home but I’ll be sad on that day. And one day they’ll realize how important this time together is.”\n\n\n\nThe group were out in the wilderness again, this time their hunting party was led by Boreas. Still feeling the disappointment from the day before’s failed hunt, they were determined to succeed this time. At the helm, the panda was leading them right into the thick of the wilderness. Leading with action more than with words, the two toned ursine had a streamlined plan that he was going to put into action. \n\nFollowing his lead, the others could also feel that there was something about the panda. A deliberation in steps. There was no looking around to get his bearings. Even though they were supposed to be a unified group, Boreas seemed to be literally a step ahead of them in every way. And this was maintained until the panda suddenly stopped and abruptly turned around to face the rest of them. \n\n“Alright. This is where we’re gonna put our traps down. Bowie, Vozz. I’ll leave that to you.” \n\nNodding in response, the fox and raccoon got to work, putting their stealth and trap setting skills to work. Indeed Boreas had led them to the perfect area. Bowie led them in the stalking to the perfect places and Vozz set up the simple traps with elegance and speed. \n\n“Got them all set up,” Bowie confirmed when they came back. \n\n“Okay. Remember this area cause this is where we’re gonna lead the deer,” Boreas said with certainty. \n\n“Deer?” Vozz repeated. \n\n“I stayed up late and did some scouting. That’s my job back home…” Boreas shrugged. He turned around again and pointed in the direction he recommended they go. His confidence and unspoken consideration encouraged the others to follow his lead without question. Venturing deeper into the overgrowth, it didn’t take long for the group to come upon a big and healthy looking buck. \n\n“Now it’s your turn,” Boreas whispered to Kit. The kodiak understood. Everyone else had showcased their own personal skills. Now it was his turn. Pointed out in the right direction, Kit ventured carefully stalking around the deer before he sprang out and let out a loud and low roar. It successfully panicked and fled in the direction of the trap. With Kit running after it he continued to make a lot of noise, herding the buck into the trap that triggered and caught on the creature’s leg, effectively wounding it and making it come crashing to the ground. \n\nWith the trap still stuck on its leg, it struggled and tried to stand up and escape. Catching up, Boreas handed the knife to Vozz and the raccoon acted quickly. Even if it was down, the buck was still thrashing about and swinging his large and sharp-pointed rack. Swift, precise, Vozz moved in with the knife and ended the creature’s suffering, giving silent thanks to the buck for its life as it grew weak, then going limp. \n\nThe hunt was successful, clean, and efficient. It wasn’t just a victorious hunt but a signifier of how effective they had become as a unit. Later that day they were gathered around the campfire, enjoying a meal of venison stew. Vozz had just finished cleaning off the antlers and was now admiring their state. He couldn’t wait to see his grandfather’s face when he would show him. \n\n“We really made a good team,” Bowie said after finishing his portion of stew. He was feeling warmed up in and out thanks to the crackling fire, enjoying the heat that offset the incoming chill of approaching autumn. \n\n“That’s because of Boreas. He was honed in from the very beginning,” Kit complimented. \n\n“All I did was a bit of scouting ahead. I found out where the deer liked to go. I wasn’t expecting a buck like that to be there. It was just good luck is all.” The panda shrugged, keeping his tone casual yet his smile betrayed how proud of himself he was. \n\n“And besides, it was the traps set that really got him,” the panda said, turning the praise towards Bowie and Vozz. \n\n“W-well, the reason he ran into the trap was because of Kit,” Bowie responded, bringing the attention around to the last of them. \n\n“Sounds like you all played vital roles. And your combined efforts have paid off handsomely,” Perch said as he approached to get some more stew. “I’m also proud to see how much progress you’ve all made. It shouldn’t be much longer until you’ll all be clear and able to return home.” Hearing that made them perk up. “But don’t think the hard work is over. No, Largo and I are really going to start pushing all of you. We have to in order to make sure you can control yourselves in all situations.”\n\n \n\nThe group spent many days undergoing intense training, put through more than they ever had before. Honing their skills through a series of rigorous drills and exercises, happening either with all of them together or individually. True to Perch’s words, they were pushed to their limits, learning to control their strength and primal instincts. All over again, Kit was feeling himself becoming frustrated when he was failing to grasp some concepts and exercises at first. But with advice and perseverance, he didn’t stop getting up and trying again. \n\nTesting his raw strength, mental strength, patience, and endurance, Perch and Largo kept their eye on his progress along with everyone else’s, taking note of the small changes that made themselves bigger, more apparent as the days passed. \n\nBoreas was put through much of the same thing, having to push himself to get through it. While he had an easier time with the tests requiring more physical effort. It’s when he had to stop and think that Boreas’ flaws were highlighted. But taking on the challenges again and again, the panda showed why he was in the role of a scout, performing fantastically when he was able to focus, taking in the scope of his surroundings and using them to complete advantage. \n\nSeeing his fellow bear’s gradual growth was a motivator for Kit. He wanted to keep pace with the panda, ensuring the “gap” between them never got too large. Not combative, but supportive, the kodiak bear wanted Boreas to go far and eventually make it down this hill as someone in complete control of himself. And right there with Boreas, and the others, would be him as well. \n\n“Wonderful,” Perch said. He had been waiting for Kit to return from his trek in the forest. He tasked the larger bear to use his sense of smell to bring back a fragrant sack that had been placed. At first Kit had no idea where to start looking. Taking a step back and recounting all that he learned, the kodiak calmed down and let his senses guide him. Following his nose, a blowing breeze carried the unique unmissable scent to him and he followed until the sack was found and acquired. \n\n“You’ve really grown, Kit. I remember when you came to our tribe. So small and unlike anything I had ever seen. But you proved yourself very capable. Look at you now. You’ve grown in a literal sense! You just never fail to surprise me. Seeing you become one of us and gain greater control of yourself in a body like mine… It makes me feel like we’re all the closer,” Perch said with meaning. \n\n“Thanks, Perch. I couldn’t have done any of this without your help. You taught me so much. Even how to use a bow.” \n\n“Funny you mention that,” Perch said. After motioning for the other ursine to follow, he retreated back to his tent and asked Kit to wait outside for a moment. When he returned it was with a long box that he carried in both hands. “This is for you, Kit. It should serve you very well now.”\n\nKit took the box. Flipping the lid caused him to gasp. Inside was a brand new bow. Much larger, made of intricately carved and painted wood that looked much stronger than what he had when he was a human. \n\n“This is for me?” he asked with awe. \n\n“Of course it is! I made sure to make it as durable as possible. You may need to work on your aim again but your strength in this new body is sure to make your arrows fly faster and hit harder!” Perch said with excitement. \n\nKit thanked Perch and equipped the bow, finding that it was perfect for him. Even though he was a larger body with thicker digits, his body remembered how to wield the weapon, falling into its learned position when he was out in the wilderness; nocking an arrow then pulling the drawstring back. He aimed at a tree, kept his eyes on the trunk and released, watching the arrow fly through the air faster than it ever had before, the head embedding itself deep into the bark. Just as Perch said, the aim was indeed off but not by much. With some practice he would be even more effective with his tried-and-true weapon of choice. \n\nKit also received Largo’s own form of training, reporting to the bottom of the hill where the terrain was rockier. Hearing that Kit had received his bow, the polar bear took it upon himself to help Kit perfect his archery skills. Even though Kit still had a great grasp on how to wield it, there were still some things he needed to improve and adjust now that he was a bear. For one his aim was a bit too high. He was used to keeping his aim elevated because of his shorter height compared to everyone else. But now he was a very large bear he now ran the risk of completely missing his potential targets by letting the arrow fly right over. Kit absorbed the lessons, his confidence soaring as the hours turned into days, integrating these newfound adjustments and then learned techniques with his current knowledge and skills. \n\n“Come at me, Kit!” Largo bellowed. “Show me what you’ve got!” \n\nThe settlement leader’s son had felt that Kit was ready for an assessment. His chosen way of doing so was facing the other bear in combat. This wasn’t the first time they had done so. Kit was feeling differently this time, having his bow equipped with arrows fashioned with blunt heads. \n\nNodding, Kit notched an arrow and aimed at Largo’s massive chest. It hissed through the air when released but Largo effortlessly dodged it, his quick reflexes belying his immense size. \n\n“Is that all you have?” the polar bear asked. \n\n“I’m just getting started!” Kit assured him. \n\nThe two began to move around the makeshift sparring grounds. For now Largo was on the defensive, his goal being to dodge the arrows that Kit would fire at him. Kit wasn’t fazed by that, notching another and firing this time at the polar bear’s leg. This forced Largo to dodge quickly, twisting his lower half in a way that made him lose his footing somewhat, not helped by the uneven ground. \n\nKit saw his chance, actually catching the battle-experienced ursine off guard by rushing up to him with his arms outstretched. At the last minute, Largo was able to steady himself, meeting Kit’s charge with his own extended paws. Colliding together, their digits interlocking, the polar and kodiak bear started to push against each other. Both growling, making their muscles flex, Kit felt himself being overpowered. Acting quickly, he managed to get one paw free and swiped it at Largo’s face, leaving shallow scratches that would heal within a few days. \n\nBut Largo was not shaken in the least by this. He surged forwards, making Kit trip. Capitalizing, he managed to pin the kodiak to the found. Kit struggled but was held firmly in place. \n\n“Impressive, Kit,” Largo said, his being gentle in tone. “You lasted longer than last time.”\n\nLetting out a growl of frustration, Kit continued to push against the other bear, trying his best to get free but in time he conceded defeat and was released. \n\n“Never let your guard down, Kit,” Largo told him. “You hesitated after striking me. And I took advantage of that.”\n\n“Right,” Kit responded with a nod. “I’m ready to go again.” \n\nThe pair of bears continued their sparring. Kit tried a new tactic: diving into the nearby overgrowth, using stealth to his advantage. It seemed that Largo had lost him. Just as he was ready to make a move, feeling that he had the upper hand, Largo suddenly charged forwards. \n\nAs quickly as he could, Kit readied another arrow and let it fly, aiming for a nearby branch. The arrow hit its mark and a show of fruit rained down, pelting into Largo. Seizing the opportunity, Kit was the one to lunge with his claws outstretched. But Largo counted with a softness, pushing Kit back with just one massive paw. But Kit remained on him this time, managing to get a hold on the polar bear. \n\nThe two tumbled and rolled, each trying to gain the upper hand. Kit was fighting with all of his might, keeping a hold on the other large bear as they stopped tumbling, stopping just as the edge of the stream. Largo managed to get on top and pin Kit down, having his teeth bared in a triumphant growl. But Kit wasn’t willing to give up this time. \n\nChanneling a burst of strength, he pushed upwards and managed to flip Largo over. Being quick to get on his feet, Largo got some distance between them. Kit rolled over and jumped back as well. Both standing in the stream and splashing water about, the two continued their battle. \n\nKit’s arrow flew through the air, narrowly missing Largo’s ear. Largo easily dodged it and ran in to finish it but he wasn’t expecting Kit to throw the bow down to the ground. Ducking down, he balled his paw and swung hard, striking Largo perfectly in the chest, making him stumble and then fall back into the water. When he got back onto his feet, the pair stood there panting heavily. \n\n“How about we call this a draw?” Largo asked. \n\nKit nodded and the two went to wind down underneath a large shady tree. They watched Perch training Bowie and Boreas in the distance. Largo was looking thoughtful as he gazed at the training grounds, a furrow forming on his brow. \n\n“Is everything alright?” Kit asked. \n\nLargo sighed, turning to face Kit. “I… I was just thinking. About something my father told me.”\n\n“He’s the tribe leader. But leadership isn’t passed down from father to son. It’s earned by proving yourself and being chosen. They put their utmost faith in your judgment and look to you to make the best choices that will affect everyone…” \n\n“Do you think that you’ll be chosen as the next leader?” Kit asked. \n\n“I don’t know, Kit,” Largo’s eyes clouded with uncertainty. “If that were the case, I would want to lead them. But I wonder if I am worthy. Can I lead the way he does? My father just always knows what to say or do.” \n\nKit pondered the question for a moment before speaking. “Largo. You shouldn’t do what’s expected of you as Beric’s son. You should do what [i]you [/i]want to do. And if you do want to lead, that should be done in [i]your [/i]way.” \n\nLargo smiled and nodded gratefully at Kit. “You’re right. Really, I like fighting more. But if I am ever chosen to be leader, I’ll strive to be the best I can. But not for my father, but for myself and the tribe.” They continued to sit as the sun began to set, watching as Boreas and Bowie were finishing up with their own regimen. Sharing a silence between them, Kit felt he understood Largo much better, smiling softly as he watched the golden light spread over the hill. \n\n\n\n“Attention, everyone!” Banging pots and pans, startling everyone from their sleep, Perch and Largo had smiles on their faces as the annoyed students approached, shaking off the last of their tiredness. \n\n“Do you know what day it is?” Perch asked them. \n\n“No idea…” Boreas growled out, biting back the words that welled up in his throat. \n\n“Today is the day…” the brown bear paused for dramatic effect, biting back a snicker from the look on the panda’s face. “...that you’ve officially passed!” \n\n“That’s- Wait, what?” Boreas asked. \n\n“You’ve all cleared every trial given to you. Honed your senses, instincts, and inner strength. And it's been an entire week since any of you have taken your elixirs,” Perch pointed out. \n\nAll of them had been so busy focusing on their progress; doing it day by day, that none had noticed their accomplishments. Even Kit hadn’t realized how long it had been since he needed it. Hunting in the woods, sparring with Largo, even just enjoying the gentle breeze in the air…he was able to do it all without trouble. \n\n“So, we did it?” Bowie asked, the disbelief came out thick. \n\n“Yes! Largo and I both agree that you’re all cleared to return home and back to your previous lives!” Perch announced. The collective joy on their faces was greater than he expected, warming his heart in return. “So we’ll be heading out first thing in the morning. For the time being you’re all free to do as you please.” \n\nKit had found it hard to contain his excitement. He was swelling with pride; overcoming the burden that plagued him after turning into a bear. After so many days and tests…it was all over now. The realization that he would be seeing Moss and Dusty again very soon made his heart well. He wasn’t the only one. Simply looking around, Kit could see the other’s excitement. Bowie was the most outspoken about it, wearing a large smile and even running about. \n\n“I can’t wait to see my brother again,” the fox said with longing in his voice. \n\n“My grandfather will love these,” Vozz spoke fondly as he sat on a log, holding the pair of antlers. \n\n“It’s about time…” Boreas groaned. He bided his time by whittling sticks with a knife. But Kit recognized the subtle signs of a bear’s excitement all too well. \n\n“I’m sure your partner misses you,” Kit said while sitting nearby. \n\n“Hehe…” Boreas snickered. “Oh, they’re gonna be all over me. What about you? You have two mates, right?” \n\n“Yeah. Moss and Dusty. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them. I’m actually pretty nervous about seeing them again. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since I’ve gotten here and…” \n\n“I know…” the panda responded. “We’ve been gone a long time. Makes me wonder how much has changed.”\n\n\n\nThe day seemed to chug on at a snail’s pace. While everyone else did things to make the time pass, Perch and Largo were making themselves very busy, running back and forth to prepare something that was ready just as twilight had come, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Called by the brown bear, the students assembled and observed the feast spread out before them, the sight of the food and its aromatic scents tantalizing their senses instead of overwhelming them. \n\n“Well dig in, boys! You’ve all earned it!” Perch told them. \n\nAll gathered around the set up table, they were talking back and forth, sipping on freshly prepared berry juice and feasting on the meat of freshly hunted game. They were able to fully relax and revel in their accomplishments, giving each other praise for their efforts and support. Having as much as they could, the food was eaten and Perch had them again gather as he told stories, regailing them with tales of his youth and some other stories that Boreas was certain he was making up. \n\nBowie perked up when Perch finished and offered to tell his own story, regailing them with the story of his very first hunt. How he was at first afraid to venture out into the untamed wilderness beyond the comforts of his settlement. But with help of his friends and gathering his own inner courage he managed to catch something all on his own: a plump and large rabbit that earned him the praise of his peers. \n\nLargo surprised them by taking a turn. The polar bear that didn’t usually talk much hooked them with a story of how he protected his friends from not one but two raging wild boars. Vozz then took the turn to describe the many things that occurred in the undergrounds, and how he found one of the cavern springs by falling into it. \n\nAs the night wore on, they shared laughter, engaged in banter after Boreas challenged the realism of some of the stories told, and even sang a few songs. Simply looking at each other, the group of various tribal anthros could sense how close they had become since the day they first met. Kit knew that he was going to miss it. Not just all of them being together like this but also this place where they had overcome their out of control instincts. As far as he was concerned, they had forged an unbreakable bond… \n\nIt was even later into the night when they were settled around the warm campfire, each with a portion of well-aged wine brought for this very moment. The fire crackled and popped, casting an orange glow on their fun, offsetting the chill in the autumn night air. \n\nGiven the strength of the aged alcohol and the effects it can have on someone, Perch had finished most of his portion and it put him in a flirtatious mood. His smooth, charming words were directed at Largo. At first the polar bear decided to amuse the other ursine, wearing a smile as he listened to his long time friend’s words. \n\n“I’ve felt this way since I first met you. And from then on I’ve always admired your strength, resolve, and even the way your fur shines in the moonlight.” \n\nAs Perch continued to speak, Largo’s smile became bashful and he blushed at the other bear’s words. He started to talk back, doing so in a hushed voice, having his muzzle in close enough to practically whisper in Perch’s twitching ear. Whatever he was saying back was enough to make Perch blush in return. Perch leaned in even closer to Largo, shooting along the log they both sat on. Their shoulders and legs brushing against each other. Largo didn’t pull away, allowing them both to be close. It wasn’t as they hadn’t been before but this time the white furred ursine was feeling something different. Perch was looking away at first, mustering courage that he used to face Largo again, leaning in and pressing his lips against Largo’s, leading him into a deep and passionate kiss. \n\nTaken by surprise at first, Largo needed a moment to process. Then his widened eyes started to close. Letting out a moan into the other bear’s mouth, wrapping his arms around, Largo reciprocated the kiss, his tongue exploring Perch’s muzzle, running smooth against the other lapping muscle. Perch reached out and placed a paw on Largo’s chest, feeling the rapid beating of the usually stoic ursine’s heat. Trailing downwards from there, he ran his paw along the smooth fur, grazing over the pair of perfectly shaped pecs, feeling the firm muscle beneath the silky pelt and the toned belly; its firm solid rows of abs. Daring to venture even lower, Perch hesitated for just a moment before deciding to go for it. His own heart was beating hard but this was something he wanted so badly. \n\nLargo acted first, taking Perch completely by surprise. The polar bear’s large paw found its way to Perch’s loincloth and he started to stroke the fabric, feeling the bulging sheathe and pointed poked-out tip beneath it. This made Perch moan even more into the kiss, trembling a bit when Largo’s hand slipped under his loincloth pulling it up and off, revealing Perch’s shaft as it slid out from the sheath, reaching its full mast against the bigger bear’s paw. The kiss ended and Largo looked into Perch’s eyes, seeking his permission. Perch nodded, urging him on. \n\nWith a teasing smile on his face, Largo began to gently stroke Perch’s length, feeling the warm and rigid flesh against his slightly rough paw pads. In doing so he was feeling up the shaft that he was already familiar with. But he never tired of exploring it or hearing the brown bear’s soft hums. Under the loincloth he was still wearing, Largo felt his own length throbbing, leaking into the loincloth’s fabric. \n\nWhen the first ooze of precum came from Perch’s tip, Largo moved with an unexpected amount of speed and finesse. Not just getting up from the log but getting down on his knees in between the other bear’s legs. Easing his muzzle in closer, the white furred bear outstretched his tongue and used it to collect the line of cascading fluid, running his tongue upwards to collect every bit of it. And once he reached the tip he opened his muzzle further to ease it past his lips. \n\n“Oh, Largo…” Perch panted, looking down at the licking bear. Largo met his gaze, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk before he winked. Pushing further eased even more of the cock into his mouth, giving him a direct taste of the precum that oozed over his tongue. The taste was savored as he continued to take in more, enjoying the feeling of Perch’s size in his muzzle. \n\n“I had assumed the one on their knees would have been me…” Perch admitted, letting out another groan from the next lick. “N-not that I’m complaining.” \n\nLargo, still working slowly, was taking the time to enjoy every inch sliding deeper in, pulsing over his tongue and now entering his throat. Showing his own prowess, Largo didn’t even gag when taking it head on, pushing forwards, gulping down the next load of precum that spurt out. \n\nHe kept the brown bear moaning by moving his tongue all over, running it back and forth over the pulsating flesh. Having all of the length in, touching his lips to the other bear’s sheath, Largo pulled his head back before sliding forwards. Keeping most of the cock within the hold of his mouth, his lips wrapped snugly to the girth, Largo was showing his warrior strength by enduring the almost rough pushes of the cock into his own throat. He listened to his instructing partner’s moans getting louder. In return he made a series of sucking, licking, and swallowing sounds, drinking down every bit of precum that was given to him. \n\n“You always go for what you want,” Perch groaned. He hadn’t expected things to play out like this but he was loving it. On top of the pleasure from Largo’s mouth was the extra slick tightness of his throat, its gentle squeezes milking even more of the wanted fluid. He kept the rhythm up without a single pause, sliding his muzzle back and forth while continually running his tongue all over and gulping. \n\nWatching this playing out from the other side of the fire, the others seemed to be entirely forgotten. Focused only on each other, Perch and Largo were only aware of themselves, not even being quiet about their moans. On the other hand, the watching group of Kit, Boreas, Bowie, and Vozz found themselves watching the action play out. Observing the way that Largo and Perch interacted, it was obvious to everyone else that the two were madly in love. \n\n“How about we give the love birds some space?” Kit asked with amusement in his tone. \n\n“Way ahead of you,” Boreas said as he got up. The others followed, stepping away from the fire. Their furs losing their orange glows, instead wearing the silvery hue of the nearly full moon high in the cloudless sky. Even though they left the sensual pair behind they were all feeling the effects, all in a lustful mood themselves. \n\nWhile Kit just had his thoughts, Bowie was more impulsive and did what felt right to him, making the much larger mammal jump. The fox boldly ran his hand along the kodiak bear’s loincloth. It was lifted up, not doing a very good job of hiding his full-on erection. The simple teasing touch did a lot for him, making the state of his pent up arousal clear. He had been so focused on gaining control of himself that he only just realized how truly in need of release he was. \n\n“I think you really need help with this,” Bowie said in a tone that was overall helpful while having a lustful undertone. Kit was inclined to nod and the fox led him just a bit further. Following them was Vozz, not wanting to be left out. Shaking his head at the unfolding madness around him, Boreas decided to retire to his own tent. It wasn’t that he wasn’t in need as well, but the panda was in a committed relationship. He and his mate had made a pact to mate with only each other. Knowing that he would be home soon, he was willing to make due with his paw or the toy he had stashed. \n\n“Wait…” Kit said when they were all gathered on the other side of the camp, giving the others the privacy they would need. “I want it to be you, first. Both of you.” He looked to Vozz, making sure he wasn’t ignored. The previously distant raccoon beamed when he heard that, having a tent in his own pants.\n\n“Sounds like you’ve got something in mind,” Bowie said.\n\n“More or less,” Kit admitted. Having Bowie and Vozz on either side of him, looking at him with so much eagerness. It sort of reminded him of Moss and Dusty. He was feeling that similar desire to repay them for all that they had done, providing him with friendship and a sense of ease while on this trip. Even though he was eager to take care of this aching need, Kit was also hoping to express his gratitude through action. He was the one to ease himself all the way down to his hands and knees while Bowie and Vozz remained standing close by. They had already removed their clothing, all exposed to each other. Of course Kit was the biggest among them in every way but he didn’t care about any of that. His sole focus was on treating his friends well. \n\nBefore him were the fox’s and raccoon’s erections, both throbbing before his eyes. Just as long as he neglected himself, Kit had been without the sexual interaction of others. Something as simple as gazing upon their shafts, one knotted and the other slender yet lengthy, there was a surge of want within him that just couldn’t be contained. \n\n“You’re looking more hungry than horny,” Bowie said with some nervousness in his voice. \n\n“Maybe I am hungry,” the bear said, looking up at the vulpine. “But don’t worry. I won’t bite this time.”\n\nHe lifted his paws and got a hold on their cocks, giving them slow strokes, getting a good feel for what the shorter mammals were packing. Vozz was quick to start moaning, taking immediate notice of the warmth and light roughness of Kit’s paw pad. The way it brushed over his length, it was making his own neediness and sensitivity apparent. Kit was looking back and forth, observing how both reacted to his actions. \n\nHis paws slid over the whole of their cocks, keeping his jerking steady. But gradually they were keeping towards the bottom, leaving the top half untouched and in need of stimulation. Kit didn’t leave them left out for long, outstretching his tongue and running them along the top halves, starting with Bowie, giving him a few slow tender licks and then doing the same to Vozz, each time he savored their unique flavors and moans. \n\n“Oh…” Bowie moaned. Being licked and stroked at the same time. His pent up state was really being felt now. Every little thing that Kit did was enough to make him throb and tremble. When the bear’s paw moved just a bit faster, it was enough to make his body jerked, followed by his sharp inhale. Picking up as well was the speed of his licks, also gaining a bit of roughness that sent harder tingles through him and Vozz. \n\nLeft without the direct pleasure felt by the others, Kit was instead given plenty of precum to lap up, finding that the substance was plentiful, coming from both pent up males. They were all growing all the more lustful and enthralled with each other. After licking both again, Kit eased his hands off and ceased his licking, leaving the two with lingering sensations. \n\n“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he promised them, looking at both with an assuring look. He used paws to bring Bowie and Vozz even closer, guiding them until their cocks were pressed together. Observing their spit-shined state, the large bear licked his lips and eased onto them again, his approach being to allow both in at the same time, earning himself groans from both. He licked all over the knotted and tapered length while pushing down, feeling the respective cock sinking further into his maw. The difference in their sizes worked to Kit’s advantage, allowing him to take in nearly the whole of their inches, even having them both slide into his throat. \n\nFrom this Vozz grunted and failed to not thrust in further. The pleasure was just too great for him to resist. In doing so he not only buried more of his length in, but rubbed it against Bowie’s, giving the fox an unexpected pleasurable jolt. They all took some time to adjust; basking in the tightness and warmth that surrounded them while Kit was feeling the pair of shafts throbbing hard in his muzzle and windpipe. He needed to swallow the precum that was still leaking, making them both grunt, also leading to their arousal flaring up all over again. \n\nPulling back, keeping his lips wrapped around both cocks, dragging his wide tongue along them at the same time. He eased his muzzle back until just the tips remained inside. After a pause he pushed forwards again, taking them back his throat, finding that it was more of a challenge with greater momentum. \n\nBut the more that he did this, the more that he got used to it, challenging his sexual experience that had gone dormant for a while. The amount of precum being released by the pair was helping out as well, providing him with plenty of precum that was used to lubricate his oral passage. Making use of it, he was able to bob his muzzle with more ease, allowing him to put more focus into moving his tongue effectively, lapping all over and in between the shafts. \n\n“I know you can do more than that,” Perch said with some edge in his voice. His hand had gently placed itself onto the other bear’s head. Then it pushed down, making Largo take even more of his cock. All that came from the bigger ursine was a light sound of surprise. His throat was spread around the brown bear’s shaft, feeling the way it throbbed so hard. Now the whole thing was inside, pulsing and leaking more precum that was swallowed. He hummed while feeling his nose press to the space just beneath Perch’s soft gut. \n\nStill holding strong, Largo braved on by maintaining the pace, lifting and lowering his snout. Perch’s influence was felt when his mouth came down, being pushed just a bit further. Each time every one of the other bear’s inches were taken in and caressed. \n\nNow that he was experiencing the snug throat and still-moving tongue. Largo embraced what came his way, looking up into Perch’s eyes as he took on the entire cock over and over again, tightening his throat around the length when he would swallow. Following Perch’s lead he was made to go even faster but not once did he falter, taking everything that was given to him, proving he was just as strong on the inside too. \n\n“Rrrgh! L-Largo! I’m really close..!” the brown bear’s chest was heaving as he panted. But Largo didn’t stop. In fact he redoubled his efforts, bobbing his own head with much greater speed, keeping most of the length sunk entirely into the depths of his esophagus. This was too much for the brown furred bear to handle and he was pushed past his limits. \n\nAs his cock pulsed, it shot thick ropes of pent up seed that Largo began swallowing. The polar bear continued to let out hums in response to the flavors and heat that were enjoyed before it was swallowed down. He did his best to collect it all, feeling the warmth traveling down into his own belly, bringing him a sense of warmth that spread throughout the whole of his being. Once the last of it was swallowed, Largo eased his muzzle off, looking up at the other groaning bear. \n\n“I never knew you were that good at using your mouth,” Perch said with a chuckle. “I mean, you don’t use it often.”\n\nLargo moved again. The next thing Perch knew, he was knocked off the log, landing on his back with the soft grass beneath him. \n\n“Oh really?” Largo spoke. His voice was deep, carrying a playfully challenging tone. \n\nThey were in the perfect position. All Largo needed to do was take hold of Perch's legs, holding them up as he put his visual focus on the other bear's rump, more specifically his tailhole. \n\nGetting down, pushing his snout in between the other bear's mounds, Largo's lips made contact with the rim before he gave it the first lick. Perch jumped a bit and gasped when he felt the smooth muscle trace over his tailhole. Keeping it up, Largo’s licks were gentle yet firm. Tenderly sweeping over the sensitive skin, he kept enough pressure applied to be certainly felt. Making a circle shape with his tongue, touching every bit of the winking rim, Largo got further lost in his actions the more he did it. Humming against the other bear’s mounds, drinking in the excitement that was radiating from his instructing partner, Largo’s mouth continued to water, his saliva dripping down the other ursine’s balls. \n\n“K-keep going…please…” Perch moaned. \n\nLargo did him one better, giving another lick and then pushing his tongue inside, getting himself a taste and feel for Perch’s passage after so long. He relished the chance given to him, slinking his tongue in deep and pressing carefully at those spots that would make Perch jump or gasp. Perch did even more than that, moaning out with an unmistakably large amount of want. \n\nThe wet muscle started to slide in further, making the rim and walls following it to stretch as well. But it felt so good for Perch. He needed this more than he realized. Making sure that every bit that he could reach was touched and slathered in his saliva, left warm and slick. When he pulled his tongue out again, Perch had to fight the urge to whimper, left with an empty-feeling sensation. \n\n“Ooh, your tongue feels so good..!” Bowie panted. He and Vozz were humping their cocks in and out of the bear’s mouth. Kit kept himself steady, giving control to the smaller mammals while Kit focused on moving his tongue about like Bowie had said, doing his best to give equal attention to both. \n\nAs best as they could, Bowie and Vozz were moving in tandem. As the fox pulled back, the raccoon was pushing forward, both either enjoying the kodiak bear’s tongue or throat. They were going full steam ahead, leaving Kit to constantly adjust and react to their actions. So far he was managing to swallow down their precum, taking note of their differing flavors. Bowie had a slightly sweeter taste, likely coming from his love of berries and other fruits. Vozz had a deeper, earthier flavor that greatly contrasted. \n\nMaking sure he kept up with the others, he listened to their moans turning into heated grunts. The extended lack of stimulation had them acting with more outwards aggression and fervor. But Kit was able to handle it. Making use of his bigger size, and greater strength, he kept himself firm against everything they were giving him. And in return for that he continued to swallow down the precum that was leaking down his throat. \n\nUsing his mouth wasn’t the only thing he could do. Letting them pump into his muzzle, Kit lifted his paws and made contact with the fox’s and raccoon’s balls respectively. Giving them gentle rubs, kneads, and all kinds of caressing motion while they were still rutting his mouth, he got his own form of excitement when he felt the orbs churning against his digits. \n\nFor Bowie and Vozz, the touch of Kit’s mouth and his paws at the same time was just too much for either of them to handle any longer. So eager to blow their pent up loads, one after the other, Bowie and Vozz made their final push that had them groaning and growling. \n\nTogether, they started to eject the loads that had built up over time. For the course of their extended stay on the hill, the seed produced and accumulated was finally being released. Kit started to swallow their loads, keeping his mouth open so he could receive every little bit that they could get. Drinking their loads and listening to their climatic moans, Kit felt his tongue being coated in multiple layers. \n\nTaking the pent up seed from two at the same time, Kit let his own moans be heard from their combined flavors and the satisfying amount of warmth that was traveling down his throat. The two pulled back, giving him the chance to close his mouth and swallow, also catching his breath. As the bear did so, Vozz and Bowie gripped their lengths and stroked them, shooting more of their cum onto the bigger mammal’s face. \n\nKit didn’t just allow it but embraced it, feeling the sticky heat coating his pelt. It was extra thick from how long it had been brewing and extra warm too. Tingles were racing through his body as he opened his mouth again to catch even more of their spunk, wanting as much as they could get. As the flows started to weaken, Kit was again given the chance to drink down their loads, letting out a sound of approval from the strong taste and heat that was radiating throughout his large body. \n\nKit then saw that their erections were just as prominent, not even sliding an inch into their sheaths again. “Okay. I got another idea,” he said to them enthusiastically. His suggestion was them going at the same time again like they had before, but from behind this time. Bowie and Vozz were very quick to get behind, watching as Kit got onto his hands and knees, turning himself around to show off his large rump to the pair. \n\nClosing the distance between them, Bowie decided to slide underneath while Vozz got on top, climbing onto and clinging to Kit, making sure he got a good hold. Bowie was the first to push upwards, sinking his length into the bear’s hole, using the saliva and cum still coating it as lube. Vozz didn’t want to be left behind, angling down with his hips as he pushed his length in as well, further spreading the hole around his cock as well. \n\nHaving one on top and another below, both keeping as closely as they could, clinging to his backside and belly respectively, they listened to Kit moaning from their shafts being pushed further into ursine's tailhole. In return they let their own voices be heard, responding to the warmth and tightness that kept their shafts pressed so firmly together. \n\nEven if they were much smaller than him, their combined insertions was enough to make him feel full. This sensation. Just now realized how much he missed it. \n\nBowie was the one to give the ‘go ahead’ and together he and Vozz were starting to thrust into Kit, pushing and pulling their cocks along the sensitive walls of Kit’s anus, further lubricating them with the precum that was starting to leak from them all over again. In addition they were feeling their shaft grinding against the other. Starting a bit slow so they and Kit could adjust to it all, they managed to reach the full lengths of their knotted and tapered shafts into the bear’s hole. \n\n“Oof, you’re really tight,” Bowie grunted as he made another push. \n\n“Just out of practice,” Kit said with a light chuckle. He very much appreciated their gradual approach, adding just a bit more speed and force with each round of their hips. He could feel that Bowie and Vozz had already gotten into a rhythm, working in time with each other. When one was pulling back, the other was pushing in, keeping the pleasure continuous for all of them. Either of their cocks managing to strike Kit’s prostate earned Bowie and Vozz a firm squeeze that made them groan deeper. \n\nPutting the physical feelings aside, Kit was gaining a lot from knowing that two guys smaller than him were in control. Hearing their moans fueled his own arousal, making his heart beat stronger. Also gaining strength where the reflexive squeezes of his tailhole, increasing the tightness further for the thrusting pair. Their vocalizations were becoming more intense and so was their grip on him. \n\nIt was making his heart race even more when things picked up. All of their bodies being close and grinding against each other. With his stronger nose and control of his senses, he was able to take in the scents of those close to him and the building aroma of sex. The aromas of fox and raccoon were being rubbed into his own pelt, all over his back and belly as they were starting to speed up and grunt even more. \n\nLargo was still gazing upon the work he had done, the spit-slathered hole that was gently winking. He felt his length throbbing as he started to get in extra close again, climbing on top of the other bear, carefully putting his weight down on Perch’s back. As their pelts brushed against each other, Perch was felt shivering against him, letting out a little sound of lustful anticipation. Once he was fully on top, Largo shifted his hips and found his mark, poking his tip against the brown bear’s tailhole. \n\n“Ready for this?” Largo asked. \n\n“Of course,” Perch said. He hoped that his voice conveyed confidence because on the inside he was actually a bit nervous and yet excited at the same time. He knew how big Largo was and they had been so focused on teaching that he wasn’t as prepared to just go into the deep end right away. \n\nLargo made a simple push forwards, inserting his length, making Perch groan from the mix of pleasure and discomfort. Largo’s mighty shaft, both lengthy and thick as far as bruins were concerned. It was a tight fit but was still going smooth thanks to the thorough rimming that had come before. By easing the rest of his inches in carefully, his tip was starting to touch the deeper and more sensitive parts of Perch’s passage, making him jump and moan in a way that obviously conveyed pleasure. Once he was fully inside, Largo gave them both the time they needed to adjust, allowing Perch to get used to his size. While just keeping it in place, allowing it to throb against the closely surrounding walls, precum was still leaking casually from the cock’s opening. \n\nWhen things seemed to be ready, Largo made the first pull back and pushed in again. Keeping this up, he got his hips moving and tugged his cock along with it, rubbing it against the walls that were trembling and squeezing right away, milking out even more precum that served as greater amounts of lube that was making things even smoother. Now that he was feeling the silkiness of Perch’s hole along with the heat and snugness, Largo was starting to growl while on top of Perch, contrasting the smaller bear’s enduring moans. His big size was going so deep into him, each push ended with the additional knock of his balls against the brown furred rump. \n\nBoth were fully basking in the lust-riddled exhilaration. Largo was relishing the tingles of sliding against the walls that kept themselves around him, additionally squeezing to make things even better for him. At the same time, Perch was feeling his whole body trembling, especially when those extra sensitive spots inside of him were being touched and rolled over further. The thrusts started to come with more speed and power, forcing out stronger moans that Perch wasn’t able to contain. \n\nReally they had just gotten started and Perch was already hoping this would never end. He reached his paws out to give himself further stability, needing to keep himself upright as Largo was putting more and more into his actions; his growls were deepening, the grip on the other bear tightening, and the plunging of his shaft becoming all the more prominent, powering right through the clenching tunnel, putting more pressure on those spots. By now a simple push from the large warrior bear was enough to make Perch’s body lurch forwards.\n\nHis body was acting on its own accord. He didn’t have to think about it. And that allowed Largo to put some focus into sniffing and nuzzling the darker furred bruin’s neck, taking in his scent. Feeling the snuffling against his neck, Perch’s ears flicked. Another sharp jolt raced down his spine as his claws dug into the earth. By now it was much easier for him to handle, leaving him to feel pure pleasure from every little movement this way or that way. \n\nSensing Perch’s relaxation, Largo was able to thrust in even faster. His growls were taking on a more dominant and possessive edge, sending stronger waves through the whole of Perch’s body, his moans gaining a pitch that was fueling the larger male in return. They were feeding off of each other, their excitement climbing to higher levels as more time passed together. \n\n“Keep going, Largo. Please don’t stop!” Perch all but pleaded, pushing his body back and raising his rump in hopes of giving Largo even more access to himself. \n\nThe words certainly had an effect on the frost furred bear, spurring him to hold on tighter and rock his body harder. Everything was being cranked up: the pleasure they were feeling, the thumps of their bodies making contact, and the wet sounds of Largo’s cock slipping past Perch’s spread, clenching rim. \n\nThe connecting of their balls was stronger as well, sending an added shock through Perch. Coming after each thrust, it was giving the brown bear an added rush that was just getting stronger as things were becoming rougher, the weight on him becoming more prominent, and the pants against his neck leaving the area damp from Largo’s exhales. \n\n“Mmm… Perch…” Largo groaned deeply, feeling his cock throbbing all the harder against the walls that never stopped clenching on him. \n\nJust as Kit was getting used to his own situation, the fox and raccoon started to thrust into him even faster, making his entire body spasm. He moaned out even louder, voicing the pleasure that was coursing through him. This seemed to act as a signal for them both. Together, they began rocking their hips even faster, plunging into Kit’s depths together, still releasing their pent up precum all over. \n\nThey were pushing themselves to keep going for as long as they could, both enjoying the bigger male’s body immensely. But they could only last for so long, enduring the squeezes and overly lubed state of his tailhole. Bowie was the first one to reach his peak, letting out a growl of his own as he felt the rest of his seed being released, flowing and spurting from the tip of his pointed shaft after every throb. As he was basking in his climax, Vozz let out a huff and started to cum as well, taking his turn to start shooting his loads into the bear, adding to the mess that was filling Kit up. Kit let out a shuddery breath as the thrusting stopped and he felt the cum coursing through him, heating up his core and even leaking out from his overly-stretched rim. He felt every jet of their climaxes until it eventually came to an end, both letting out their respective sighs of satisfaction before carefully pulling out one by one. \n\n“I needed that way more than I thought…” Vozz panted as he remained underneath the moaning bear. \n\n“Hehe. I mated a bear…” Bowie giggled as he started to slide down the bear’s rump, gently touching down to the ground. \n\nNow that they were done, Kit rolled over, laying on his back and leaving Vozz to lay where he was, no longer having the large ursine on top of him. They were all taking a moment to just enjoy the feelings lingering within them. \n\nMeanwhile, Largo and Perch just still couldn’t get enough of each other. Largo was still nuzzling Perch’s face, rubbing it against Perch’s, even gently nipping at his ear. This more teasing and sensual contact was making the smaller bear shiver and moan even more. It was going beyond just carnal mating for the two. They both just wanted to stay close to each other. Perch was pushing back against Largo’s incoming thrusts, ensuring that his cock was reaching even further in, striking his prostate with every stroke of his hips, making the throbbing of Perch’s shaft even stronger. \n\nBoth could feel their respective orgasms approaching, getting all the closer with every thrust and tug backwards of Largo’s length. Still far from done, Largo was thrusting in even faster, listening to the sounds that came from the other bear, the wet smacks of his cock slamming into the tight hole, and his balls making repeated firm contact with Perch’s pair. This all became too much for the ursine on the bottom, he cried out as he came, spurting his seed onto the grass underneath him. His moans came out loud and long as he painted the ground in multiple thick gushes of his essence. \n\nThe others had been watching them have their fun. Kit was sitting up with his legs spread, his erection still throbbing out of its sheath. He gasped and nearly jumped to his feet when he felt some touching at his groin, looking down to see both Vozz and Bowie, both on either side and hovering over his crotch. \n\n“It’s only fair we make sure you get off too,” Bowie said. And with that he started it off, with Vozz following suit, the two working together as they gave his cock all of their attention. They both wrapped their paws around and began to stroke at the lower half of Kit’s length with one hand, using the other to caress his plump, warm balls. As for the rest of it, they gave it attention with their muzzles. Making use of their tongues, the fox and raccoon were lapping all over the throbbing inches, collecting the precum that was already smeared all over the flesh. \n\nTogether they continued to lick and stroke, gradually increasing the speed and force of their squeezes, making sure to touch everyone of their inches, using their paws and mouths in tandem, one either side of the bear, listening to his groans and feeling the throbs increasing against their lips. In addition to this they took turns sucking on the tip, drinking the precum from its source one after the other. \n\nKit was made to realize how sensitive he really was, his chest rising and falling as his groans were deepening. He asked them if they could go faster and they were all too happy to do so, stroking and licking with more gusto, earning themselves stronger grunts that were turning into deep growls. Grunting through his clenched fangs, Kit mustered the self control needed to ask them to ease off. There was something he wanted to do for his finish. \n\nAgreeing and easing off, the fox and raccoon eased off, letting the bear take hold of his own wet erection. He felt it pulsing in his large paw, getting a hold before he started to stroke, rapidly pumping up and down. Bowie and Vozz remained close, clearly awaiting what was to come. \n\nLetting out a deep snarl, Kit reached his peak, shooting out large amounts of his seed that shot out and rained down onto the pair of smaller mammals’ faces. The hot and thick substance came down heavy, instantly weighing down their pelts. Bowie was trying to catch as much as he could in his muzzle while Vozz was just enjoying the feeling of being marked in the bear’s essence and scent. \n\nAll the while, Kit was letting his bliss be known in the form of deep and long winded moans, keeping his orgasm going with continued strokes and jets of his seed that painted both of the smaller anthros. And they were just as eager to receive it in return. When he finished shooting his loads and looked down at their satisfied expressions, he too felt a satisfaction and sense of gratefulness for their help. \n\nThey were able to watch as Largo gripped Perch’s body even harder, being in a completely dominant stance as he began to huff. He was ramming his cock in as quickly and roughly as he could, keeping it up as felt himself getting all the closer to his orgasm. But he was still going with full power, not daring to slow down for even a moment. He managed a few more hard thrusts before making a final pump that kept his cock lodged in deep. \n\nHe roared out loud enough for those in the distance to hear, cumming hard and unleashing his seed deep into Perch’s tailhole, he felt it rushing from his tip with force, being pumped right into Perch’s center. The other bear gasped and tensed as he felt the liquid heat spraying into his deepest parts, meaning that he was being marked by the bigger and stronger bear. The polar bear was gently rocking his hips, aiming to milk every little drop of his own climax that he could get, and then he let out a heavy groan of satisfaction, still lying on top of Perch as he basked in the immediate afterglow of his orgasm. Slowly he eased off when he was ready, pulling his cock free from Perch’s hole, making the other ursine gasp. \n\nThe air of the camp was filled with a heavy sense of relief and satisfaction that was shared by everyone. Doing this had acted as a celebration for all of their hard work and with their controlled senses they were all able to fully enjoy the experience and each other. \n\n“Ugh, I need a bath…” Vozz said, breaking the silence between all of them. For some reason his comment made everyone burst into laughter and they all agreed that they needed to get themselves cleaned up and get themselves to bed. They had another long day ahead of them…\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Setting his tools down, Moss stepped back and observed the progress of the dwellings’ expansion. Others would help him whenever they could, lending their air and strength but the black bear maintained control all throughout, wanting everything to be just right for when Kit would return. It had been nearly two moons since then and summer was starting to become fall. With passing day more and more was done and things were coming together well. Just as much as he couldn’t wait to see the finished project, Moss was just itching to see his other mate again.

He could remember when Kit had arrived, like he had fallen from the sky. A never before seen creature that was so different from anything else in or outside of the forest. Of all the bears he could have encountered out there, Kit was found by Dusty. And the grizzly had taken an immediate liking to him. That’s what Moss liked about his first mate. Dusty was so caring and considerate, a gentle giant. And yet, beneath that was a strong, dominant, and protective side that complemented his size and strength. Finding someone all alone, defenseless, and without his memories…Moss wasn’t at all surprised that Dusty wound up taking him in.

At the time it did hurt that Dusty had asked him to stay away. Looking back it was the right choice. The way he acted towards the human at first…just thinking about it made him wince and cringe. What came out of it was Kit ultimately proving him wrong. Though smaller and weaker at the time, Kit had proved that he was capable. That he had the heart of a bear. And he kept trying from there, learning all that he could to be one of them, going further than anyone else he had ever seen. He even proved that the spirits were still with them, becoming a bear like them!

His only complaint was that Kit wound up being a bigger bear than him, making him the smallest out of them. And just when it seemed like we were going to be able to live together in a cramped dwelling, Kit started having problems that took him away to some far off place…

Of course he had his usual duties to attend to. As much as he was enjoying the process of adding more, getting his ideas all the closer to being a reality with every day, Moss still had hunting duties to attend to. Dusty wasn’t as keen on hunting with Kit gone so Moss had to make do with other bears, also trained and assigned hunters like him. While out in the wilderness, the black bear was finding it difficult to actually focus on the task at hand.

Getting into formation with the others, Moss was in the perfect position to make the first move. When the signal was given to him, he moved in the same way he always had. But this time something happened. It had recently rained and in his path was a smooth rock that he didn’t see. But the object made its presence abundantly clear when the bear slipped on it and fell with a loud thud and shaking of the bushes. The commotion scared the prey away, ruining what would be a perfect hunt.

And that was just the start of it. After having to settle with something much smaller, Moss joined another group a few days later. That time he put a real effort into his actions, keeping himself aware of his actions. And yet he somehow managed to step on a clump of brittle branches. The sound made way too much noise, scaring off the two deer he and the others had been stalking.

”Moss!” one of his hunting partners hissed, obviously not amused with what happened.

“I uh…” the black bear winced as he got up, feeling a myriad of eyes glaring on him from all sides…

The worst incident had been the latest one. Following the two slip-ups, Moss was placed at the rear of the formation. That suited him just fine. The role he once had been so passionate about had started to lose its excitement lately. His mind was all over the place, usually coming back to what he was going to do when he was able to work on the dwelling again. Instead of causing them to lose prey, Moss messed up before they got to the clearing. He misjudged the distance of a leap made countless times before. Instead of landing on the other side without issue, Moss was suddenly down in the water of the running stream. And this time those with him laughed. That’s when he took his leave, walking back to the tribe grounds on his own, his footsteps thumping on the ground and water dripping from his fur. It was only a matter of time before everyone else would be hearing about his string of rookie mistakes…

“How was it?” Dusty asked when his mate returned.

”Fine!” Moss snapped, walking right past the grizzly bear, wanting to find something to dry himself off with.

Surprised by the response, the bigger ursine then realized that Moss had come back much sooner than he usually would and alone. And of course he was soaking wet. He gave his mate the time needed to dry himself and cool down a bit before approaching.

“Hey…” he started, having a soft tone of voice. “Everyone has their off days. It’ll pass. You’re a great hunter and everyone knows that.”

”I…” Moss appreciated his mates words but couldn’t shake off that feeling. He was disappointed in himself, feeling like he was letting everyone down by getting in the way so much. By being unable to do what he was meant to, and getting in the way too many times. “I know…”

“You’ll get your spark back,” Dusty told him. Knowing that Dusty had full confidence in him was making Moss feel better already. Of course word came back with the hunting party. This latest story, along with those that came before, had turned Moss into a local source of amusement. At first he tried to keep Dusty’s words in mind but that was hard to do with everyone giving him looks and snickering behind his back. There was only so much that anyone could take of this, let alone someone like Moss.

He stayed at his dwelling, getting himself lost in the work. That allowed him to finally relax. In the place of anger was determination to prove that he still had what it takes. Not just the others but to himself as well.



That same night, Moss snuck out of his bed, creeping out of the tribe and into the forest. If this was just a case of bad luck, then he was going to end it tonight. Out under the cover of darkness, looking up at the shining moon, Moss took a deep breath as he padded into the shadows of the forest, keeping his steps light and his senses sharp. Looking around, the black bear was keeping an eye out for anything that he could catch while heading for the clearing. Since he was alone it was best to go for something smaller and easier to handle.

With the clearing up ahead, Moss was able to look around and caught sight of a lone hog. It looked pretty young too. The perfect catch! Steeling himself, the ursine tread extra carefully, getting all the closer to the unaware creature. When the hog’s ears would twitch or anytime it stopped sniffing about, Moss would freeze up, keeping himself in the shadows and hopefully out of sight. And so far the hog was still unaware of his presence. Coming close enough to seal the deal, Moss readied himself. With a rush of a speed he lunged forwards, catching his foot on a fallen branch. And in an instant he was crashing to the ground, the hog running away with a fearful squeal.

Moss wasn’t in a rush to pick himself up this time. Instead he rolled over onto his back, looking up at the starry sky, at least he did before his eyes started to mist, making the view blurry. Frustrated tears were welling up as he laid there, feeling defeated.

It was then that he heard approaching footsteps. Moss was quick to get up and wipe his eyes. Stepping out of the darkness and into the light of the moon was Dusty. The grizzly’s gaze was filled with understanding. He stepped up to Moss and gently nuzzled him, whispering things to him. Moss heard the words and was feeling a shroud of reassurance that cut through his own self doubts.

“Moss, you know that I don’t care if you were the greatest hunter in the settlement or the entirety of our territories,” Dusty said as they sat down side by side.

”I know…” the black bear sighed. He felt a wave of gratitude wash over him as leaned over, resting his face on the other bear’s fur. There was a prolonged quiet between them, taking in the sounds and sights around them. Fall was here but the lasting elements of summer were still about. The fireflies were still twinkling about, their illumination pairing perfectly with the distant chirps of crickets.

”I’ve just been feeling…off lately,” Moss finally said. “And I think it’s about Kit.”

”Kit?” Dusty inquired. “You’re worried about him.”

”No, it’s not that,” Moss said, shaking his head. A conflicted expression crossed his features. “I think it’s more about me… I don’t… I don’t think I’m good enough.”

”What do you mean by that?” Dusty asked, his tone becoming more serious.

”I mean…” Moss started, knowing that he had to choose his words carefully. “I used to like that Kit was less experienced than me. I used to have this sense of…superiority towards him. He was an outsider who didn’t know anything about being a bear. And even when we got together, in the back of my mind I still had this sense that there would always be this gap between us. For all of Kit’s amazing skills he would always be smaller. His teeth would be too flat and his claws too dull to do what I could so easily.”

”And then I watched him learn. And grow. And then he literally changed. Into a bear like us. And even then he’s constantly doing more and more. And here I am, feeling like I’m falling behind.” As he confessed the way he had been this whole time, Moss had been fidgeting with his claws nervously, worried about how Dusty would feel about his confession.

”And there’s something else, but…” Moss trailed off, wondering if he already said too much.

“What is it, Moss? You know you can tell me anything,” Dusty said with a genuine tone and look in his eyes.

Nodding in response, Moss took a deep breath. “I…I never wanted to be a hunter,” he confessed, the words coming out in a rush. “It’s just what my dad and his dad did. I felt like I needed to keep it going, like a tradition. Looking but that was a pretty stupid choice. Not like I was gonna have any cubs.”

Dusty placed a paw on Moss’ shoulder. “I understand, Moss. But can I ask…what do you really want to do?”

Moss furrowed his brow, pondering the question. And he thought for some time before he finally spoke again. “Well, I really like working on the dwelling,” he admitted, his voice more certain this time. “I love using the tools, putting things together piece by piece. It’s more fulfilling than I thought it would be.”

Hearing that made the other bear smile. “Then maybe that’s where your true calling lies, Moss,” he said encouragingly. “Maybe it’s time you focus on that.”

Moss felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he really started to think about it. For the first time he allowed himself to think of a future where he could do something other than hunting. Something he could be truly, wholly passionate about. The idea was already making him excited. And Dusty’s support was giving him the courage to take the chance.

Together they looked up at the stars in the sky, sitting in silence with their bodies pressed close together. Within the black bear was the stirring of both fear and excitement, realizing that this could be a new beginning for him.

“I see…” Beric responded.

Moss was standing tall as he spoke to the leader of the settlement, expressing the way he had been feeling lately. Though the polar bear was listening, Moss was wondering if this had been a mistake. It felt humiliating admitting his recent string of failures when it came to hunting, something he had been doing for years. This was the kind of speak one would expect from the elders that could no longer keep up with the younger members of the tribe.

“At first I thought it was best to follow in the footsteps of those who came before me,” Moss admitted. “But it’s only now that I’ve realized…what I really want to do is build. It just feels right to me. Sure hunting is something I’m good at but it was never something I truly enjoyed. Seeing the progress on the dwelling improve every day brings me fulfillment like never before.” He spoke as professionally as he could, hoping that he was making a good case for himself.

After making his case there was a spanning quiet that was making the black bear sweat a little. Had this been a mistake? Maybe he just should have kept his mouth shut and put more effort into his task instead of taking the easy way out by requesting a change. Everybody had their bad streaks and yet they didn’t go directly to the settlement’s leader because of it…

“You know, Mallos. I was surprised when you first took up the hunting position. I even remember your answer came without hesitation or a moment of thought. Perhaps then I should have asked if you were truly sure. But you took on the role of hunter well, proving yourself not only capable but an asset to our settlement,” Beric said.

Those words made Moss gulp. That was the opposite of what he wanted to hear.

“And I did pass by when you were working on the dwelling. Clearly you’re engrossed in the work. So focused, engaged. You also show impressive skills when it comes to coordinating a group. You keep track of everything that those offering their hands and time are doing, not only keeping them on track but assisting them if they need it. I saw a fire in you like never before,” Beric recounted.

A smile spread across the black furred bear’s muzzle. Beric put it so eloquently, perfectly describing what he had been feeling. Hearing it from the settlement’s leader chased away those doubts. He was more certain than ever and even prepared himself to argue his case further if Beric put him back on hunting duties.


“I do recall that during the spring season you took on two tasks: scouting in addition to your usual hunting duties. While I can’t immediately remove you from the hunting rotation, I can make your new dream reality by granting you the new position as builder in addition. But don’t worry. When this winter passes we’ll have new sets of paws and I’m certain they’ll be plenty willing to take your place.”

“Thank you, Beric,” Moss said, doing his best to keep himself formal. From there the leader detailed how Moss would essentially keep doing what he already was. He would be put on morning hunting duties and finishing his own dwelling would be his first official task and test as a builder.

As the black bear was ready to take his leave, he was surprised to see Hannoh walking into Beric’s dwelling, the elder bear giving him a nod as he passed by.

“Beric,” he addressed the leader with a nod.

“Hannoh, what brings you here?” Beric asked him.

“I’ve just come to suggest something,” the sun bear said, getting right to the point. “I was just wondering if I could send a letter to that little whelp, Kit.”

“You want to send him a letter?” Beric repeated.

“Was I not clear?” the elder responded sharply, making Moss blink. But the polar bear chuckled.

“It is an intriguing idea. But yes, it would be good to send our departed members words of encouragement, wishing them well,” the polar bear decided. “Mallos. If you or Dryfus want to send Kit a letter, then please bring it here by the end of the day so we can have it sent off first thing in the morning. I’ll make sure that Boreas’ mate is made aware as well.”

“Ah, yes. Young Boreas. He’s all growl and no bite from what I’ve heard,” Hannoh said with a snort. “His mate stays in the nearest settlement to ours, right? Due east?”

“That’s correct,” Beric acknowledged. “And they’re rather close. I’m sure being separated from his mate has been hard.”

“On another note,” Hannoh interrupted. “The Capitol still has no idea about Kit, correct.”

“Yes, that is correct,” Beric responded.

Moss was still there but he was starting to wonder if this was a conversation he should be present for. He kept himself concerned about the affairs going on in this settlement. And this place he called home was just one of other settlements placed all over the bears’ territory. Each and every one of them answered to the Capitol that they called the Great Den, set in the very center of it all. The black bear hadn’t ever been to the Capitol himself, not even knowing what the place looked like. While a part of him was curious the rest was perfectly content sticking to his simple settlement life. Apparently the highest calibur of leaders reside there, making decisions for each and every one of the settlements. Even Beric, the one they all answered to, had someone he had to listen to, along with the other settlement’s respective leaders.

“Don’t you think it’s about time we inform them? At least of Kit’s presence?” Hannoh asked.

“And what do you propose we tell them?” Beric asked, genuinely asking the elder for an idea.

“I don’t see a point in mentioning the whole human thing. He’s a bear now so we just tell them the important parts. We found him on his own, took him in and he’s proven himself capable. We have many who will vouch for him if questions are asked.”

“That is true,” Beric agreed. “And you’re right. I’ll send the letters and the report in the morning.”

“Thank you,” the sun bear said, bowing his head before he left, giving Moss a nod on the way. Moss nodded back, knowing better than to speak of the conversation, at least for the most part. He was beaming when he stepped out of the leader’s dwelling, fueled by his approved change of position and the idea of communicating with Kit again. When Dusty returned he had already written his letter and quickly caught Dusty up to speed, getting him to do the same so they could send their messages to their mate.

“I can only imagine the look on his face when we’ll get it,” Dusty said as he finished writing his letter, making it presentable so that it could be sent off the very next morning.

“How much longer do you think he’ll be out there?” Moss asked.

“I don’t know. But I do think the dwelling should be finished before he gets here,” the grizzly repeated in a teasing tone of voice.

“Oh trust me, it will be,” Moss said with a smile, taking the other ursine’s words as an issued challenge.


“That was another good one,” Perch said. He was addressing the group that finished another session of training. “You’ve all come very far. Not long now. With a bit more time and effort you’ll all be leaving from this hill with nothing to worry about ever again. Well, as far as your base instincts are concerned.”

“Yes, Perch!” they all responded at once. Time together had brought them all closer in various ways. They had become a team and for the most part could call themselves friends.

“You’re all dismissed!” Perch told them. Nodding in response, the group of various tribe members dispersed, looking to wind down after another day. With a groan and stretch, Kit decided that he was going to take a walk. He had gotten very used to his new environment, finding many things to appreciate about it. The view on the horizon was incredible. He could see the expanse of the forest in all directions, how far it stretched and how different yet similar it all looked. If he really took the time to look closely, keeping his bearings in mind, the kodiak bear could differentiate the territories he had been to.

The more spread out trees and clearings of the bear territory, the dense overgrowth of the fox’s, and the close knit treetops that formed the shrouding blanket of darkness the Nocturnals called home. At one point he had been trying to familiarize himself with just the settlement he had been found in, and now the world was so much bigger.  

Through his new friends he was getting a better idea of the differing cultures. Bowie was such a free spirit and his optimism was infectious, keeping them in good spirits when things were getting rough. And they made sure to have his back in return. Vozz carried the ways of the Nocturnals, it showed in the way he did just about everything. Though he was the smallest among them and the most introverted, Vozz was keeping up with all of them. He also grew close to Bowie, forming a friendly relationship with him. Before he left, the bear saw the two walk and talk together.

The only one that kept himself at a distance still was Boreas. Kit remembered the conversation they had, when Boreas had actually encouraged him. And he watched as the other bear improved as well; not just when it came to handling his instincts. Boreas's insults came less often and weren't as harsh as time continued to pass. He was more willing to help someone else if they needed it and thought a lot more about how his words and actions affected others. The panda wasn’t the kind to say it aloud, but Kit could sense that Boreas was rooting for all of them, including himself.

Still taking in the view, Kit took a deep breath. He could certainly say that the training was working. The buzzing in his head had weakened dramatically, allowing him to enjoy the breeze ruffling his fur and the sound of wind slipping through the trees. With his nose he was picking up the scents of very early fall, the leaves that were starting to change color and descend from their branches. He could see the orange spreading across the treetops of the forest and it would soon be everywhere he looked. The only thing he wanted now was to see how home would look painted in the colors of autumn.

It was later that same day when Kit was sitting around a crackling campfire, winding down with a meal as the sun was setting. Looking at it was making him think of his mates, Dusty and Moss. Staring out into the orange light bathed distance, the kodiak bear felt his heart flutter for a moment. But that moment didn’t last when he heard something coming up from the opposite direction. And he wasn’t the only one to look back.

Coming up the trail was a hare, sounding a bit winded as he came upon the group settled atop the hill. “My, this is a unique lot,” the lagomorph said. Perch and Largo approached, guiding him to somewhere he could sit.

“Well this is an unexpected surprise,” Perch said. “Did you come for the training? I’m afraid it is a bit late but-”

“Oh no. I’m here to make a delivery. And this has been the furthest I’ve ever gone,” the hare explained how the messages he carried had been passed throughout the forest. Getting them along as fast as they manage, in just a few days time they reached their intended destination. Excitement came from everyone as they gathered around. The hare had a message for everyone. Kit’s heart leapt when he received not one but three parchment scrolls, seeing the first two had the handwriting of Moss and Dusty. As for the third, seeing Hannoh’s signature was a pleasant surprise.

Opening one after the other, starting with his mates’, Kit read about their daily life back at the settlement. Dusty described how things were changing back home, the season and the way that the bears were preparing for it. He told of the fish that were flowing freely through the streams and then talked about himself, how he enjoyed the patrols that had him in the thick of the changing environment. He couldn’t wait for Kit to come back and experience it with them.

Kit chuckled when he heard Moss’, hearing the black bear’s cute whining in his head when reading the first line. Moss asked him how much longer he was going to be out and away from the settlement. From there the tone changed as the black bear detailed how things were going from him: recounting his mistakes when it came to hunting and how his feelings were changing about it. He even went to Beric to request a change in position, finding a new passion in building instead. Hearing that made Kit smile. Though happy for the other bear, Kit wished that he could have seen it all for himself.

The last and odd letter out belonged to Hannoh. Kit had no idea what to expect as he unfurled the scroll and began to read:

“Dear Kit, \u000b\u000bI’m sure you weren’t expecting to hear from an old throw rug like me. All the same I’m not the kind to send heartfelt letters either. But for you, and you alone, I am willing to make an exception. \u000b\u000bI was content to just fade away in the background and let the new generation take over. Seemed like they had it all figured out. But meeting you changed things. I found someone that still needed my help. Someone unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. And I mean that in more ways than one. Something so small. Without fur or fangs and yet I knew there was something special about you. Not only did you prove me right but you’ve restored my faith. Not just in the future of the entire tribe but in the spirits as well. \u000b\u000bIf there’s one thing I want you to never forget it's that the spirits chose you. They see something in you that’s not in anyone else around here. What that ‘something’ is, I can’t tell you but I want you to hone in on that, to foster it. You’ve come so far already and I can’t wait to see you again when you’re home! \u000b\u000bSo show those instincts who’s in control!”

-Hannoh

Their words gave Kit the motivation to keep going along with a sense of longing, a yearning to see them all again soon. So he would keep pushing on and wouldn’t waver, using these letters to fuel himself.

Sitting against a large oak tree, Bowie carefully unfurled his own scroll, reading the letter that his brother had sent him. He excitedly scanned the words on the paper, reading about the happenings in the fox tribe and the bustling activities at the family inn.

Vozz had received word from his grandfather, who wrote about their abundant harvest and the festival that Vozz had missed out on. His older relative’s elegant penmanship brought a smile to the raccoon’s face as he imagined the colorful celebrations and the delicious treats that came from the Nocturnals.

Curiosity got the best of Kit as he saw Bowie and Vozz engrossed in their letters, clearly pleased with what they were reading.

“Who did you get a letter from?” Kit asked Boreas.

“Mind your own business, Kit,” the panda promptly responded, not even looking the bigger bear’s way. He got up and walked away, keeping the scroll in his grip. Kit sighed and shook his head, expecting as much and deciding not to pry any further. The sun was just starting to finally dip below the horizon as they sat mostly together, each getting lost in their own thoughts brought about by the letters they received.



A hunting group composed of Kit, Boreas, Bowie, and Vozz were making their way through the thick greenery of the hill’s forest, moving as quietly as they could while having their provided weapons at the ready. Perch had sent them out, tasking them with bringing something back. They needed less and less of their elixirs, gaining greater amounts of control over themselves. From this, Kit and others were feeling all the more confident in their own abilities. As they crept through the trees, Vozz was more alert than the others, staying close to the front of the group. For him, this hunt was different, carrying more significance than ever before.

Vozz wasn’t the only one feeling that something was different. The group as a whole were in much better sync with each other as they got to know each other better; their movements were more fluid and coordinated. Leading the group, Bowie made a simple gesture with his hand and the others moved accordingly, their shared goal being to bring back something big this time.

Bowie’s guidance led them right to a deer that was grazing just up ahead. On high alert, everyone readied themselves, their eyes fixed on the creature. Vozz’s heart was racing with excitement as he clutched his weapon tighter. Again, Bowie signaled for the others to move out by keeping themselves close. They were going to surround it.

Still moving about quietly, keeping themselves low to the ground, they collectively inched closer to their prey, Vozz could see how the deer was still unaware of the unique group closing in on it, keeping its head down as it continued to graze. And the closer he got, the stronger the thrill within him became. He could already feel himself hurtling through the air, latching onto the horned creature. But for now he was keeping himself in place along with everyone else. Bowie was in control, his signals being the guide for their actions but Vozz felt his fur tingling,

But just as Bowie was ready to give the final signal, Voizz was already racing ahead. Just as he had imagined, Vozz was flying ahead, even letting out a battle cry as he soared towards the deer. But it was faster and ran away, leaving Vozz to crash to the ground. With a groan he got up and spat the dirt out of his mouth.  

“Vozz! What the hell was that?” Boreas growled as he and the others approached.

“I’m sorry. I just thought I could get it on my own,” Vozz replied while hanging his head low.

“You can’t just go ahead like that. We work as a team. Remember?” Bowie scolded the raccoon thoroughly, leaving him and the others looking pretty surprised.

“I know…” Vozz nodded, feeling even more ashamed. Their chance to bring back a deer was ruined and he let everyone else down, including himself. It would have been one thing to miss the deer while in formation but the stunt he pulled made everything much worse.

Though they managed to find something else, Vozz could shake off the disappointment and guilt, even when the sun was starting to set. His blunder weighed on him and he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to anyone else.

Bowie noticed the way his friend kept himself at bay, even more than usual, and his solemn expression. He decided to sit down next to him, not saying anything to the raccoon yet. Not until Vozz looked his way. “Everything alright?” he asked, trying to start a conversation.

Vozz remained quiet for a few moments, keeping his gaze on the campfire that had been started before finally speaking up.

“I just feel like I let everyone down. I wanted to prove myself but ended up ruining everything instead,” he said.

Putting a hand on Vozz’s shoulder, getting his friend to look his way, the fox smiled gently. “Listen. We’ve all been there. We all make mistakes. But you gotta try and learn from them. So you can do better when the next time comes. At least, that’s what my brother tells me.”

Smiling as well, Vozz nodded. “Thanks, Bowie.” He returned his gaze to the fire, inhaling and then exhaling. “There’s a reason why I did that. I wanted to bring the antlers back to my grandfather. From that letter he sent, a read about all the things I had missed out on. But he wished me well and wanted me to do great things. We don’t usually hunt deer where I’m from so I thought it would really impress him.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bowie asked. He wasn’t mad or disappointed. Vozz looked directly at the fox with a surprised expression. “If you wanna get a deer to show off, then that’s what we’re gonna do!”

“Uh…thanks…” Vozz blinked again. He wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction at all. Like Boreas had been, he assumed that Bowie would be mad too. But instead the fox remained by his side and the two began to discuss, coming up with a new plan to increase their chances of success. Their excited talking back and forth attracted the attention of the bears. Bowie explained to Kit and Boreas; in time they all understood Vozz’s point of view and joined in with the conversation, all giving their own input on how to best proceed.

“Look at them go,” Perch said as he watched from afar. Standing beside him and wearing a grin of his own, Largo nodded. “I’m sure they can’t wait to get back home but I’ll be sad on that day. And one day they’ll realize how important this time together is.”



The group were out in the wilderness again, this time their hunting party was led by Boreas. Still feeling the disappointment from the day before’s failed hunt, they were determined to succeed this time. At the helm, the panda was leading them right into the thick of the wilderness. Leading with action more than with words, the two toned ursine had a streamlined plan that he was going to put into action.

Following his lead, the others could also feel that there was something about the panda. A deliberation in steps. There was no looking around to get his bearings. Even though they were supposed to be a unified group, Boreas seemed to be literally a step ahead of them in every way. And this was maintained until the panda suddenly stopped and abruptly turned around to face the rest of them.

“Alright. This is where we’re gonna put our traps down. Bowie, Vozz. I’ll leave that to you.”

Nodding in response, the fox and raccoon got to work, putting their stealth and trap setting skills to work. Indeed Boreas had led them to the perfect area. Bowie led them in the stalking to the perfect places and Vozz set up the simple traps with elegance and speed.

“Got them all set up,” Bowie confirmed when they came back.

“Okay. Remember this area cause this is where we’re gonna lead the deer,” Boreas said with certainty.

“Deer?” Vozz repeated.

“I stayed up late and did some scouting. That’s my job back home…” Boreas shrugged. He turned around again and pointed in the direction he recommended they go. His confidence and unspoken consideration encouraged the others to follow his lead without question. Venturing deeper into the overgrowth, it didn’t take long for the group to come upon a big and healthy looking buck.

“Now it’s your turn,” Boreas whispered to Kit. The kodiak understood. Everyone else had showcased their own personal skills. Now it was his turn. Pointed out in the right direction, Kit ventured carefully stalking around the deer before he sprang out and let out a loud and low roar. It successfully panicked and fled in the direction of the trap. With Kit running after it he continued to make a lot of noise, herding the buck into the trap that triggered and caught on the creature’s leg, effectively wounding it and making it come crashing to the ground.

With the trap still stuck on its leg, it struggled and tried to stand up and escape. Catching up, Boreas handed the knife to Vozz and the raccoon acted quickly. Even if it was down, the buck was still thrashing about and swinging his large and sharp-pointed rack. Swift, precise, Vozz moved in with the knife and ended the creature’s suffering, giving silent thanks to the buck for its life as it grew weak, then going limp.

The hunt was successful, clean, and efficient. It wasn’t just a victorious hunt but a signifier of how effective they had become as a unit. Later that day they were gathered around the campfire, enjoying a meal of venison stew. Vozz had just finished cleaning off the antlers and was now admiring their state. He couldn’t wait to see his grandfather’s face when he would show him.

“We really made a good team,” Bowie said after finishing his portion of stew. He was feeling warmed up in and out thanks to the crackling fire, enjoying the heat that offset the incoming chill of approaching autumn.

“That’s because of Boreas. He was honed in from the very beginning,” Kit complimented.

“All I did was a bit of scouting ahead. I found out where the deer liked to go. I wasn’t expecting a buck like that to be there. It was just good luck is all.” The panda shrugged, keeping his tone casual yet his smile betrayed how proud of himself he was.

“And besides, it was the traps set that really got him,” the panda said, turning the praise towards Bowie and Vozz.

“W-well, the reason he ran into the trap was because of Kit,” Bowie responded, bringing the attention around to the last of them.

“Sounds like you all played vital roles. And your combined efforts have paid off handsomely,” Perch said as he approached to get some more stew. “I’m also proud to see how much progress you’ve all made. It shouldn’t be much longer until you’ll all be clear and able to return home.” Hearing that made them perk up. “But don’t think the hard work is over. No, Largo and I are really going to start pushing all of you. We have to in order to make sure you can control yourselves in all situations.”

 

The group spent many days undergoing intense training, put through more than they ever had before. Honing their skills through a series of rigorous drills and exercises, happening either with all of them together or individually. True to Perch’s words, they were pushed to their limits, learning to control their strength and primal instincts. All over again, Kit was feeling himself becoming frustrated when he was failing to grasp some concepts and exercises at first. But with advice and perseverance, he didn’t stop getting up and trying again.

Testing his raw strength, mental strength, patience, and endurance, Perch and Largo kept their eye on his progress along with everyone else’s, taking note of the small changes that made themselves bigger, more apparent as the days passed.

Boreas was put through much of the same thing, having to push himself to get through it. While he had an easier time with the tests requiring more physical effort. It’s when he had to stop and think that Boreas’ flaws were highlighted. But taking on the challenges again and again, the panda showed why he was in the role of a scout, performing fantastically when he was able to focus, taking in the scope of his surroundings and using them to complete advantage.

Seeing his fellow bear’s gradual growth was a motivator for Kit. He wanted to keep pace with the panda, ensuring the “gap” between them never got too large. Not combative, but supportive, the kodiak bear wanted Boreas to go far and eventually make it down this hill as someone in complete control of himself. And right there with Boreas, and the others, would be him as well.

“Wonderful,” Perch said. He had been waiting for Kit to return from his trek in the forest. He tasked the larger bear to use his sense of smell to bring back a fragrant sack that had been placed. At first Kit had no idea where to start looking. Taking a step back and recounting all that he learned, the kodiak calmed down and let his senses guide him. Following his nose, a blowing breeze carried the unique unmissable scent to him and he followed until the sack was found and acquired.

“You’ve really grown, Kit. I remember when you came to our tribe. So small and unlike anything I had ever seen. But you proved yourself very capable. Look at you now. You’ve grown in a literal sense! You just never fail to surprise me. Seeing you become one of us and gain greater control of yourself in a body like mine… It makes me feel like we’re all the closer,” Perch said with meaning.

“Thanks, Perch. I couldn’t have done any of this without your help. You taught me so much. Even how to use a bow.”

“Funny you mention that,” Perch said. After motioning for the other ursine to follow, he retreated back to his tent and asked Kit to wait outside for a moment. When he returned it was with a long box that he carried in both hands. “This is for you, Kit. It should serve you very well now.”

Kit took the box. Flipping the lid caused him to gasp. Inside was a brand new bow. Much larger, made of intricately carved and painted wood that looked much stronger than what he had when he was a human.

“This is for me?” he asked with awe.

“Of course it is! I made sure to make it as durable as possible. You may need to work on your aim again but your strength in this new body is sure to make your arrows fly faster and hit harder!” Perch said with excitement.

Kit thanked Perch and equipped the bow, finding that it was perfect for him. Even though he was a larger body with thicker digits, his body remembered how to wield the weapon, falling into its learned position when he was out in the wilderness; nocking an arrow then pulling the drawstring back. He aimed at a tree, kept his eyes on the trunk and released, watching the arrow fly through the air faster than it ever had before, the head embedding itself deep into the bark. Just as Perch said, the aim was indeed off but not by much. With some practice he would be even more effective with his tried-and-true weapon of choice.

Kit also received Largo’s own form of training, reporting to the bottom of the hill where the terrain was rockier. Hearing that Kit had received his bow, the polar bear took it upon himself to help Kit perfect his archery skills. Even though Kit still had a great grasp on how to wield it, there were still some things he needed to improve and adjust now that he was a bear. For one his aim was a bit too high. He was used to keeping his aim elevated because of his shorter height compared to everyone else. But now he was a very large bear he now ran the risk of completely missing his potential targets by letting the arrow fly right over. Kit absorbed the lessons, his confidence soaring as the hours turned into days, integrating these newfound adjustments and then learned techniques with his current knowledge and skills.

“Come at me, Kit!” Largo bellowed. “Show me what you’ve got!”

The settlement leader’s son had felt that Kit was ready for an assessment. His chosen way of doing so was facing the other bear in combat. This wasn’t the first time they had done so. Kit was feeling differently this time, having his bow equipped with arrows fashioned with blunt heads.

Nodding, Kit notched an arrow and aimed at Largo’s massive chest. It hissed through the air when released but Largo effortlessly dodged it, his quick reflexes belying his immense size.

“Is that all you have?” the polar bear asked.

“I’m just getting started!” Kit assured him.

The two began to move around the makeshift sparring grounds. For now Largo was on the defensive, his goal being to dodge the arrows that Kit would fire at him. Kit wasn’t fazed by that, notching another and firing this time at the polar bear’s leg. This forced Largo to dodge quickly, twisting his lower half in a way that made him lose his footing somewhat, not helped by the uneven ground.

Kit saw his chance, actually catching the battle-experienced ursine off guard by rushing up to him with his arms outstretched. At the last minute, Largo was able to steady himself, meeting Kit’s charge with his own extended paws. Colliding together, their digits interlocking, the polar and kodiak bear started to push against each other. Both growling, making their muscles flex, Kit felt himself being overpowered. Acting quickly, he managed to get one paw free and swiped it at Largo’s face, leaving shallow scratches that would heal within a few days.

But Largo was not shaken in the least by this. He surged forwards, making Kit trip. Capitalizing, he managed to pin the kodiak to the found. Kit struggled but was held firmly in place.

“Impressive, Kit,” Largo said, his being gentle in tone. “You lasted longer than last time.”

Letting out a growl of frustration, Kit continued to push against the other bear, trying his best to get free but in time he conceded defeat and was released.

“Never let your guard down, Kit,” Largo told him. “You hesitated after striking me. And I took advantage of that.”

“Right,” Kit responded with a nod. “I’m ready to go again.”

The pair of bears continued their sparring. Kit tried a new tactic: diving into the nearby overgrowth, using stealth to his advantage. It seemed that Largo had lost him. Just as he was ready to make a move, feeling that he had the upper hand, Largo suddenly charged forwards.

As quickly as he could, Kit readied another arrow and let it fly, aiming for a nearby branch. The arrow hit its mark and a show of fruit rained down, pelting into Largo. Seizing the opportunity, Kit was the one to lunge with his claws outstretched. But Largo counted with a softness, pushing Kit back with just one massive paw. But Kit remained on him this time, managing to get a hold on the polar bear.  

The two tumbled and rolled, each trying to gain the upper hand. Kit was fighting with all of his might, keeping a hold on the other large bear as they stopped tumbling, stopping just as the edge of the stream. Largo managed to get on top and pin Kit down, having his teeth bared in a triumphant growl. But Kit wasn’t willing to give up this time.

Channeling a burst of strength, he pushed upwards and managed to flip Largo over. Being quick to get on his feet, Largo got some distance between them. Kit rolled over and jumped back as well. Both standing in the stream and splashing water about, the two continued their battle.

Kit’s arrow flew through the air, narrowly missing Largo’s ear. Largo easily dodged it and ran in to finish it but he wasn’t expecting Kit to throw the bow down to the ground. Ducking down, he balled his paw and swung hard, striking Largo perfectly in the chest, making him stumble and then fall back into the water. When he got back onto his feet, the pair stood there panting heavily.

“How about we call this a draw?” Largo asked.

Kit nodded and the two went to wind down underneath a large shady tree. They watched Perch training Bowie and Boreas in the distance. Largo was looking thoughtful as he gazed at the training grounds, a furrow forming on his brow.

“Is everything alright?” Kit asked.

Largo sighed, turning to face Kit. “I… I was just thinking. About something my father told me.”

“He’s the tribe leader. But leadership isn’t passed down from father to son. It’s earned by proving yourself and being chosen. They put their utmost faith in your judgment and look to you to make the best choices that will affect everyone…”

“Do you think that you’ll be chosen as the next leader?” Kit asked.

“I don’t know, Kit,” Largo’s eyes clouded with uncertainty. “If that were the case, I would want to lead them. But I wonder if I am worthy. Can I lead the way he does? My father just always knows what to say or do.”

Kit pondered the question for a moment before speaking. “Largo. You shouldn’t do what’s expected of you as Beric’s son. You should do what you want to do. And if you do want to lead, that should be done in your way.”

Largo smiled and nodded gratefully at Kit. “You’re right. Really, I like fighting more. But if I am ever chosen to be leader, I’ll strive to be the best I can. But not for my father, but for myself and the tribe.” They continued to sit as the sun began to set, watching as Boreas and Bowie were finishing up with their own regimen. Sharing a silence between them, Kit felt he understood Largo much better, smiling softly as he watched the golden light spread over the hill.



“Attention, everyone!” Banging pots and pans, startling everyone from their sleep, Perch and Largo had smiles on their faces as the annoyed students approached, shaking off the last of their tiredness.

“Do you know what day it is?” Perch asked them.

“No idea…” Boreas growled out, biting back the words that welled up in his throat.

“Today is the day…” the brown bear paused for dramatic effect, biting back a snicker from the look on the panda’s face. “...that you’ve officially passed!”

“That’s- Wait, what?” Boreas asked.

“You’ve all cleared every trial given to you. Honed your senses, instincts, and inner strength. And it's been an entire week since any of you have taken your elixirs,” Perch pointed out.

All of them had been so busy focusing on their progress; doing it day by day, that none had noticed their accomplishments. Even Kit hadn’t realized how long it had been since he needed it. Hunting in the woods, sparring with Largo, even just enjoying the gentle breeze in the air…he was able to do it all without trouble.

“So, we did it?” Bowie asked, the disbelief came out thick.

“Yes! Largo and I both agree that you’re all cleared to return home and back to your previous lives!” Perch announced. The collective joy on their faces was greater than he expected, warming his heart in return. “So we’ll be heading out first thing in the morning. For the time being you’re all free to do as you please.”

Kit had found it hard to contain his excitement. He was swelling with pride; overcoming the burden that plagued him after turning into a bear. After so many days and tests…it was all over now. The realization that he would be seeing Moss and Dusty again very soon made his heart well. He wasn’t the only one. Simply looking around, Kit could see the other’s excitement. Bowie was the most outspoken about it, wearing a large smile and even running about.

“I can’t wait to see my brother again,” the fox said with longing in his voice.

“My grandfather will love these,” Vozz spoke fondly as he sat on a log, holding the pair of antlers.

“It’s about time…” Boreas groaned. He bided his time by whittling sticks with a knife. But Kit recognized the subtle signs of a bear’s excitement all too well.

“I’m sure your partner misses you,” Kit said while sitting nearby.

“Hehe…” Boreas snickered. “Oh, they’re gonna be all over me. What about you? You have two mates, right?”

“Yeah. Moss and Dusty. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them. I’m actually pretty nervous about seeing them again. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since I’ve gotten here and…”

“I know…” the panda responded. “We’ve been gone a long time. Makes me wonder how much has changed.”



The day seemed to chug on at a snail’s pace. While everyone else did things to make the time pass, Perch and Largo were making themselves very busy, running back and forth to prepare something that was ready just as twilight had come, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Called by the brown bear, the students assembled and observed the feast spread out before them, the sight of the food and its aromatic scents tantalizing their senses instead of overwhelming them.

“Well dig in, boys! You’ve all earned it!” Perch told them.

All gathered around the set up table, they were talking back and forth, sipping on freshly prepared berry juice and feasting on the meat of freshly hunted game. They were able to fully relax and revel in their accomplishments, giving each other praise for their efforts and support. Having as much as they could, the food was eaten and Perch had them again gather as he told stories, regailing them with tales of his youth and some other stories that Boreas was certain he was making up.

Bowie perked up when Perch finished and offered to tell his own story, regailing them with the story of his very first hunt. How he was at first afraid to venture out into the untamed wilderness beyond the comforts of his settlement. But with help of his friends and gathering his own inner courage he managed to catch something all on his own: a plump and large rabbit that earned him the praise of his peers.

Largo surprised them by taking a turn. The polar bear that didn’t usually talk much hooked them with a story of how he protected his friends from not one but two raging wild boars. Vozz then took the turn to describe the many things that occurred in the undergrounds, and how he found one of the cavern springs by falling into it.

As the night wore on, they shared laughter, engaged in banter after Boreas challenged the realism of some of the stories told, and even sang a few songs. Simply looking at each other, the group of various tribal anthros could sense how close they had become since the day they first met. Kit knew that he was going to miss it. Not just all of them being together like this but also this place where they had overcome their out of control instincts. As far as he was concerned, they had forged an unbreakable bond…

It was even later into the night when they were settled around the warm campfire, each with a portion of well-aged wine brought for this very moment. The fire crackled and popped, casting an orange glow on their fun, offsetting the chill in the autumn night air.

Given the strength of the aged alcohol and the effects it can have on someone, Perch had finished most of his portion and it put him in a flirtatious mood. His smooth, charming words were directed at Largo. At first the polar bear decided to amuse the other ursine, wearing a smile as he listened to his long time friend’s words.

“I’ve felt this way since I first met you. And from then on I’ve always admired your strength, resolve, and even the way your fur shines in the moonlight.”

As Perch continued to speak, Largo’s smile became bashful and he blushed at the other bear’s words. He started to talk back, doing so in a hushed voice, having his muzzle in close enough to practically whisper in Perch’s twitching ear. Whatever he was saying back was enough to make Perch blush in return. Perch leaned in even closer to Largo, shooting along the log they both sat on. Their shoulders and legs brushing against each other. Largo didn’t pull away, allowing them both to be close. It wasn’t as they hadn’t been before but this time the white furred ursine was feeling something different. Perch was looking away at first, mustering courage that he used to face Largo again, leaning in and pressing his lips against Largo’s, leading him into a deep and passionate kiss.

Taken by surprise at first, Largo needed a moment to process. Then his widened eyes started to close. Letting out a moan into the other bear’s mouth, wrapping his arms around, Largo reciprocated the kiss, his tongue exploring Perch’s muzzle, running smooth against the other lapping muscle. Perch reached out and placed a paw on Largo’s chest, feeling the rapid beating of the usually stoic ursine’s heat. Trailing downwards from there, he ran his paw along the smooth fur, grazing over the pair of perfectly shaped pecs, feeling the firm muscle beneath the silky pelt and the toned belly; its firm solid rows of abs. Daring to venture even lower, Perch hesitated for just a moment before deciding to go for it. His own heart was beating hard but this was something he wanted so badly.

Largo acted first, taking Perch completely by surprise. The polar bear’s large paw found its way to Perch’s loincloth and he started to stroke the fabric, feeling the bulging sheathe and pointed poked-out tip beneath it. This made Perch moan even more into the kiss, trembling a bit when Largo’s hand slipped under his loincloth pulling it up and off, revealing Perch’s shaft as it slid out from the sheath, reaching its full mast against the bigger bear’s paw. The kiss ended and Largo looked into Perch’s eyes, seeking his permission. Perch nodded, urging him on.

With a teasing smile on his face, Largo began to gently stroke Perch’s length, feeling the warm and rigid flesh against his slightly rough paw pads. In doing so he was feeling up the shaft that he was already familiar with. But he never tired of exploring it or hearing the brown bear’s soft hums. Under the loincloth he was still wearing, Largo felt his own length throbbing, leaking into the loincloth’s fabric.

When the first ooze of precum came from Perch’s tip, Largo moved with an unexpected amount of speed and finesse. Not just getting up from the log but getting down on his knees in between the other bear’s legs. Easing his muzzle in closer, the white furred bear outstretched his tongue and used it to collect the line of cascading fluid, running his tongue upwards to collect every bit of it. And once he reached the tip he opened his muzzle further to ease it past his lips.

“Oh, Largo…” Perch panted, looking down at the licking bear. Largo met his gaze, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk before he winked. Pushing further eased even more of the cock into his mouth, giving him a direct taste of the precum that oozed over his tongue. The taste was savored as he continued to take in more, enjoying the feeling of Perch’s size in his muzzle.

“I had assumed the one on their knees would have been me…” Perch admitted, letting out another groan from the next lick. “N-not that I’m complaining.”

Largo, still working slowly, was taking the time to enjoy every inch sliding deeper in, pulsing over his tongue and now entering his throat. Showing his own prowess, Largo didn’t even gag when taking it head on, pushing forwards, gulping down the next load of precum that spurt out.

He kept the brown bear moaning by moving his tongue all over, running it back and forth over the pulsating flesh. Having all of the length in, touching his lips to the other bear’s sheath, Largo pulled his head back before sliding forwards. Keeping most of the cock within the hold of his mouth, his lips wrapped snugly to the girth, Largo was showing his warrior strength by enduring the almost rough pushes of the cock into his own throat. He listened to his instructing partner’s moans getting louder. In return he made a series of sucking, licking, and swallowing sounds, drinking down every bit of precum that was given to him.

“You always go for what you want,” Perch groaned. He hadn’t expected things to play out like this but he was loving it. On top of the pleasure from Largo’s mouth was the extra slick tightness of his throat, its gentle squeezes milking even more of the wanted fluid. He kept the rhythm up without a single pause, sliding his muzzle back and forth while continually running his tongue all over and gulping.

Watching this playing out from the other side of the fire, the others seemed to be entirely forgotten. Focused only on each other, Perch and Largo were only aware of themselves, not even being quiet about their moans. On the other hand, the watching group of Kit, Boreas, Bowie, and Vozz found themselves watching the action play out. Observing the way that Largo and Perch interacted, it was obvious to everyone else that the two were madly in love.

“How about we give the love birds some space?” Kit asked with amusement in his tone.

“Way ahead of you,” Boreas said as he got up. The others followed, stepping away from the fire. Their furs losing their orange glows, instead wearing the silvery hue of the nearly full moon high in the cloudless sky. Even though they left the sensual pair behind they were all feeling the effects, all in a lustful mood themselves.

While Kit just had his thoughts, Bowie was more impulsive and did what felt right to him, making the much larger mammal jump. The fox boldly ran his hand along the kodiak bear’s loincloth. It was lifted up, not doing a very good job of hiding his full-on erection. The simple teasing touch did a lot for him, making the state of his pent up arousal clear. He had been so focused on gaining control of himself that he only just realized how truly in need of release he was.

“I think you really need help with this,” Bowie said in a tone that was overall helpful while having a lustful undertone. Kit was inclined to nod and the fox led him just a bit further. Following them was Vozz, not wanting to be left out. Shaking his head at the unfolding madness around him, Boreas decided to retire to his own tent. It wasn’t that he wasn’t in need as well, but the panda was in a committed relationship. He and his mate had made a pact to mate with only each other. Knowing that he would be home soon, he was willing to make due with his paw or the toy he had stashed.

“Wait…” Kit said when they were all gathered on the other side of the camp, giving the others the privacy they would need. “I want it to be you, first. Both of you.” He looked to Vozz, making sure he wasn’t ignored. The previously distant raccoon beamed when he heard that, having a tent in his own pants.

“Sounds like you’ve got something in mind,” Bowie said.

“More or less,” Kit admitted. Having Bowie and Vozz on either side of him, looking at him with so much eagerness. It sort of reminded him of Moss and Dusty. He was feeling that similar desire to repay them for all that they had done, providing him with friendship and a sense of ease while on this trip. Even though he was eager to take care of this aching need, Kit was also hoping to express his gratitude through action. He was the one to ease himself all the way down to his hands and knees while Bowie and Vozz remained standing close by. They had already removed their clothing, all exposed to each other. Of course Kit was the biggest among them in every way but he didn’t care about any of that. His sole focus was on treating his friends well.

Before him were the fox’s and raccoon’s erections, both throbbing before his eyes. Just as long as he neglected himself, Kit had been without the sexual interaction of others. Something as simple as gazing upon their shafts, one knotted and the other slender yet lengthy, there was a surge of want within him that just couldn’t be contained.

“You’re looking more hungry than horny,” Bowie said with some nervousness in his voice.

“Maybe I am hungry,” the bear said, looking up at the vulpine. “But don’t worry. I won’t bite this time.”

He lifted his paws and got a hold on their cocks, giving them slow strokes, getting a good feel for what the shorter mammals were packing. Vozz was quick to start moaning, taking immediate notice of the warmth and light roughness of Kit’s paw pad. The way it brushed over his length, it was making his own neediness and sensitivity apparent. Kit was looking back and forth, observing how both reacted to his actions.

His paws slid over the whole of their cocks, keeping his jerking steady. But gradually they were keeping towards the bottom, leaving the top half untouched and in need of stimulation. Kit didn’t leave them left out for long, outstretching his tongue and running them along the top halves, starting with Bowie, giving him a few slow tender licks and then doing the same to Vozz, each time he savored their unique flavors and moans.

“Oh…” Bowie moaned. Being licked and stroked at the same time. His pent up state was really being felt now. Every little thing that Kit did was enough to make him throb and tremble. When the bear’s paw moved just a bit faster, it was enough to make his body jerked, followed by his sharp inhale. Picking up as well was the speed of his licks, also gaining a bit of roughness that sent harder tingles through him and Vozz.

Left without the direct pleasure felt by the others, Kit was instead given plenty of precum to lap up, finding that the substance was plentiful, coming from both pent up males. They were all growing all the more lustful and enthralled with each other. After licking both again, Kit eased his hands off and ceased his licking, leaving the two with lingering sensations.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he promised them, looking at both with an assuring look. He used paws to bring Bowie and Vozz even closer, guiding them until their cocks were pressed together. Observing their spit-shined state, the large bear licked his lips and eased onto them again, his approach being to allow both in at the same time, earning himself groans from both. He licked all over the knotted and tapered length while pushing down, feeling the respective cock sinking further into his maw. The difference in their sizes worked to Kit’s advantage, allowing him to take in nearly the whole of their inches, even having them both slide into his throat.

From this Vozz grunted and failed to not thrust in further. The pleasure was just too great for him to resist. In doing so he not only buried more of his length in, but rubbed it against Bowie’s, giving the fox an unexpected pleasurable jolt. They all took some time to adjust; basking in the tightness and warmth that surrounded them while Kit was feeling the pair of shafts throbbing hard in his muzzle and windpipe. He needed to swallow the precum that was still leaking, making them both grunt, also leading to their arousal flaring up all over again.

Pulling back, keeping his lips wrapped around both cocks, dragging his wide tongue along them at the same time. He eased his muzzle back until just the tips remained inside. After a pause he pushed forwards again, taking them back his throat, finding that it was more of a challenge with greater momentum.

But the more that he did this, the more that he got used to it, challenging his sexual experience that had gone dormant for a while. The amount of precum being released by the pair was helping out as well, providing him with plenty of precum that was used to lubricate his oral passage. Making use of it, he was able to bob his muzzle with more ease, allowing him to put more focus into moving his tongue effectively, lapping all over and in between the shafts.

“I know you can do more than that,” Perch said with some edge in his voice. His hand had gently placed itself onto the other bear’s head. Then it pushed down, making Largo take even more of his cock. All that came from the bigger ursine was a light sound of surprise. His throat was spread around the brown bear’s shaft, feeling the way it throbbed so hard. Now the whole thing was inside, pulsing and leaking more precum that was swallowed. He hummed while feeling his nose press to the space just beneath Perch’s soft gut.

Still holding strong, Largo braved on by maintaining the pace, lifting and lowering his snout. Perch’s influence was felt when his mouth came down, being pushed just a bit further. Each time every one of the other bear’s inches were taken in and caressed.

Now that he was experiencing the snug throat and still-moving tongue. Largo embraced what came his way, looking up into Perch’s eyes as he took on the entire cock over and over again, tightening his throat around the length when he would swallow. Following Perch’s lead he was made to go even faster but not once did he falter, taking everything that was given to him, proving he was just as strong on the inside too.

“Rrrgh! L-Largo! I’m really close..!” the brown bear’s chest was heaving as he panted. But Largo didn’t stop. In fact he redoubled his efforts, bobbing his own head with much greater speed, keeping most of the length sunk entirely into the depths of his esophagus. This was too much for the brown furred bear to handle and he was pushed past his limits.

As his cock pulsed, it shot thick ropes of pent up seed that Largo began swallowing. The polar bear continued to let out hums in response to the flavors and heat that were enjoyed before it was swallowed down. He did his best to collect it all, feeling the warmth traveling down into his own belly, bringing him a sense of warmth that spread throughout the whole of his being. Once the last of it was swallowed, Largo eased his muzzle off, looking up at the other groaning bear.

“I never knew you were that good at using your mouth,” Perch said with a chuckle. “I mean, you don’t use it often.”

Largo moved again. The next thing Perch knew, he was knocked off the log, landing on his back with the soft grass beneath him.

“Oh really?” Largo spoke. His voice was deep, carrying a playfully challenging tone.

They were in the perfect position. All Largo needed to do was take hold of Perch's legs, holding them up as he put his visual focus on the other bear's rump, more specifically his tailhole.

Getting down, pushing his snout in between the other bear's mounds, Largo's lips made contact with the rim before he gave it the first lick. Perch jumped a bit and gasped when he felt the smooth muscle trace over his tailhole. Keeping it up, Largo’s licks were gentle yet firm. Tenderly sweeping over the sensitive skin, he kept enough pressure applied to be certainly felt. Making a circle shape with his tongue, touching every bit of the winking rim, Largo got further lost in his actions the more he did it. Humming against the other bear’s mounds, drinking in the excitement that was radiating from his instructing partner, Largo’s mouth continued to water,  his saliva dripping down the other ursine’s balls.

“K-keep going…please…” Perch moaned.

Largo did him one better, giving another lick and then pushing his tongue inside, getting himself a taste and feel for Perch’s passage after so long. He relished the chance given to him, slinking his tongue in deep and pressing carefully at those spots that would make Perch jump or gasp. Perch did even more than that, moaning out with an unmistakably large amount of want.

The wet muscle started to slide in further, making the rim and walls following it to stretch as well. But it felt so good for Perch. He needed this more than he realized. Making sure that every bit that he could reach was touched and slathered in his saliva, left warm and slick. When he pulled his tongue out again, Perch had to fight the urge to whimper, left with an empty-feeling sensation.

“Ooh, your tongue feels so good..!” Bowie panted. He and Vozz were humping their cocks in and out of the bear’s mouth. Kit kept himself steady, giving control to the smaller mammals while Kit focused on moving his tongue about like Bowie had said, doing his best to give equal attention to both.

As best as they could, Bowie and Vozz were moving in tandem. As the fox pulled back, the raccoon was pushing forward, both either enjoying the kodiak bear’s tongue or throat. They were going full steam ahead, leaving Kit to constantly adjust and react to their actions. So far he was managing to swallow down their precum, taking note of their differing flavors. Bowie had a slightly sweeter taste, likely coming from his love of berries and other fruits. Vozz had a deeper, earthier flavor that greatly contrasted.

Making sure he kept up with the others, he listened to their moans turning into heated grunts. The extended lack of stimulation had them acting with more outwards aggression and fervor. But Kit was able to handle it. Making use of his bigger size, and greater strength, he kept himself firm against everything they were giving him. And in return for that he continued to swallow down the precum that was leaking down his throat.

Using his mouth wasn’t the only thing he could do. Letting them pump into his muzzle, Kit lifted his paws and made contact with the fox’s and raccoon’s balls respectively. Giving them gentle rubs, kneads, and all kinds of caressing motion while they were still rutting his mouth, he got his own form of excitement when he felt the orbs churning against his digits.

For Bowie and Vozz, the touch of Kit’s mouth and his paws at the same time was just too much for either of them to handle any longer. So eager to blow their pent up loads, one after the other, Bowie and Vozz made their final push that had them groaning and growling.

Together, they started to eject the loads that had built up over time. For the course of their extended stay on the hill, the seed produced and accumulated was finally being released. Kit started to swallow their loads, keeping his mouth open so he could receive every little bit that they could get. Drinking their loads and listening to their climatic moans, Kit felt his tongue being coated in multiple layers.

Taking the pent up seed from two at the same time, Kit let his own moans be heard from their combined flavors and the satisfying amount of warmth that was traveling down his throat. The two pulled back, giving him the chance to close his mouth and swallow, also catching his breath. As the bear did so, Vozz and Bowie gripped their lengths and stroked them, shooting more of their cum onto the bigger mammal’s face.

Kit didn’t just allow it but embraced it, feeling the sticky heat coating his pelt. It was extra thick from how long it had been brewing and extra warm too. Tingles were racing through his body as he opened his mouth again to catch even more of their spunk, wanting as much as they could get. As the flows started to weaken, Kit was again given the chance to drink down their loads, letting out a sound of approval from the strong taste and heat that was radiating throughout his large body.

Kit then saw that their erections were just as prominent, not even sliding an inch into their sheaths again. “Okay. I got another idea,” he said to them enthusiastically. His suggestion was them going at the same time again like they had before, but from behind this time. Bowie and Vozz were very quick to get behind, watching as Kit got onto his hands and knees, turning himself around to show off his large rump to the pair.

Closing the distance between them, Bowie decided to slide underneath while Vozz got on top, climbing onto and clinging to Kit, making sure he got a good hold. Bowie was the first to push upwards, sinking his length into the bear’s hole, using the saliva and cum still coating it as lube. Vozz didn’t want to be left behind, angling down with his hips as he pushed his length in as well, further spreading the hole around his cock as well.

Having one on top and another below, both keeping as closely as they could, clinging to his backside and belly respectively, they listened to Kit moaning from their shafts being pushed further into ursine's tailhole. In return they let their own voices be heard, responding to the warmth and tightness that kept their shafts pressed so firmly together.

Even if they were much smaller than him, their combined insertions was enough to make him feel full. This sensation. Just now realized how much he missed it.

Bowie was the one to give the ‘go ahead’ and together he and Vozz were starting to thrust into Kit, pushing and pulling their cocks along the sensitive walls of Kit’s anus, further lubricating them with the precum that was starting to leak from them all over again. In addition they were feeling their shaft grinding against the other. Starting a bit slow so they and Kit could adjust to it all, they managed to reach the full lengths of their knotted and tapered shafts into the bear’s hole.

“Oof, you’re really tight,” Bowie grunted as he made another push.

“Just out of practice,” Kit said with a light chuckle. He very much appreciated their gradual approach, adding just a bit more speed and force with each round of their hips. He could feel that Bowie and Vozz had already gotten into a rhythm, working in time with each other. When one was pulling back, the other was pushing in, keeping the pleasure continuous for all of them. Either of their cocks managing to strike Kit’s prostate earned Bowie and Vozz a firm squeeze that made them groan deeper.

Putting the physical feelings aside, Kit was gaining a lot from knowing that two guys smaller than him were in control. Hearing their moans fueled his own arousal, making his heart beat stronger. Also gaining strength where the reflexive squeezes of his tailhole, increasing the tightness further for the thrusting pair. Their vocalizations were becoming more intense and so was their grip on him.

It was making his heart race even more when things picked up. All of their bodies being close and grinding against each other. With his stronger nose and control of his senses, he was able to take in the scents of those close to him and the building aroma of sex. The aromas of fox and raccoon were being rubbed into his own pelt, all over his back and belly as they were starting to speed up and grunt even more.

Largo was still gazing upon the work he had done, the spit-slathered hole that was gently winking. He felt his length throbbing as he started to get in extra close again, climbing on top of the other bear, carefully putting his weight down on Perch’s back. As their pelts brushed against each other, Perch was felt shivering against him, letting out a little sound of lustful anticipation. Once he was fully on top, Largo shifted his hips and found his mark, poking his tip against the brown bear’s tailhole.

“Ready for this?” Largo asked.

“Of course,” Perch said. He hoped that his voice conveyed confidence because on the inside he was actually a bit nervous and yet excited at the same time. He knew how big Largo was and they had been so focused on teaching that he wasn’t as prepared to just go into the deep end right away.

Largo made a simple push forwards, inserting his length, making Perch groan from the mix of pleasure and discomfort. Largo’s mighty shaft, both lengthy and thick as far as bruins were concerned. It was a tight fit but was still going smooth thanks to the thorough rimming that had come before. By easing the rest of his inches in carefully, his tip was starting to touch the deeper and more sensitive parts of Perch’s passage, making him jump and moan in a way that obviously conveyed pleasure. Once he was fully inside, Largo gave them both the time they needed to adjust, allowing Perch to get used to his size. While just keeping it in place, allowing it to throb against the closely surrounding walls, precum was still leaking casually from the cock’s opening.

When things seemed to be ready, Largo made the first pull back and pushed in again. Keeping this up, he got his hips moving and tugged his cock along with it, rubbing it against the walls that were trembling and squeezing right away, milking out even more precum that served as greater amounts of lube that was making things even smoother. Now that he was feeling the silkiness of Perch’s hole along with the heat and snugness, Largo was starting to growl while on top of Perch, contrasting the smaller bear’s enduring moans. His big size was going so deep into him, each push ended with the additional knock of his balls against the brown furred rump.

Both were fully basking in the lust-riddled exhilaration. Largo was relishing the tingles of sliding against the walls that kept themselves around him, additionally squeezing to make things even better for him. At the same time, Perch was feeling his whole body trembling, especially when those extra sensitive spots inside of him were being touched and rolled over further. The thrusts started to come with more speed and power, forcing out stronger moans that Perch wasn’t able to contain.

Really they had just gotten started and Perch was already hoping this would never end. He reached his paws out to give himself further stability, needing to keep himself upright as Largo was putting more and more into his actions; his growls were deepening, the grip on the other bear tightening, and the plunging of his shaft becoming all the more prominent, powering right through the clenching tunnel, putting more pressure on those spots. By now a simple push from the large warrior bear was enough to make Perch’s body lurch forwards.

His body was acting on its own accord. He didn’t have to think about it. And that allowed Largo to put some focus into sniffing and nuzzling the darker furred bruin’s neck, taking in his scent. Feeling the snuffling against his neck, Perch’s ears flicked. Another sharp jolt raced down his spine as his claws dug into the earth. By now it was much easier for him to handle, leaving him to feel pure pleasure from every little movement this way or that way.

Sensing Perch’s relaxation, Largo was able to thrust in even faster. His growls were taking on a more dominant and possessive edge, sending stronger waves through the whole of Perch’s body, his moans gaining a pitch that was fueling the larger male in return. They were feeding off of each other, their excitement climbing to higher levels as more time passed together.

“Keep going, Largo. Please don’t stop!” Perch all but pleaded, pushing his body back and raising his rump in hopes of giving Largo even more access to himself.

The words certainly had an effect on the frost furred bear, spurring him to hold on tighter and rock his body harder. Everything was being cranked up: the pleasure they were feeling, the thumps of their bodies making contact, and the wet sounds of Largo’s cock slipping past Perch’s spread, clenching rim.

The connecting of their balls was stronger as well, sending an added shock through Perch. Coming after each thrust, it was giving the brown bear an added rush that was just getting stronger as things were becoming rougher, the weight on him becoming more prominent, and the pants against his neck leaving the area damp from Largo’s exhales.

“Mmm… Perch…” Largo groaned deeply, feeling his cock throbbing all the harder against the walls that never stopped clenching on him.  

Just as Kit was getting used to his own situation, the fox and raccoon started to thrust into him even faster, making his entire body spasm. He moaned out even louder, voicing the pleasure that was coursing through him. This seemed to act as a signal for them both. Together, they began rocking their hips even faster, plunging into Kit’s depths together, still releasing their pent up precum all over.

They were pushing themselves to keep going for as long as they could, both enjoying the bigger male’s body immensely. But they could only last for so long, enduring the squeezes and overly lubed state of his tailhole. Bowie was the first one to reach his peak, letting out a growl of his own as he felt the rest of his seed being released, flowing and spurting from the tip of his pointed shaft after every throb. As he was basking in his climax, Vozz let out a huff and started to cum as well, taking his turn to start shooting his loads into the bear, adding to the mess that was filling Kit up. Kit let out a shuddery breath as the thrusting stopped and he felt the cum coursing through him, heating up his core and even leaking out from his overly-stretched rim. He felt every jet of their climaxes until it eventually came to an end, both letting out their respective sighs of satisfaction before carefully pulling out one by one.

“I needed that way more than I thought…” Vozz panted as he remained underneath the moaning bear.

“Hehe. I mated a bear…” Bowie giggled as he started to slide down the bear’s rump, gently touching down to the ground.

Now that they were done, Kit rolled over, laying on his back and leaving Vozz to lay where he was, no longer having the large ursine on top of him. They were all taking a moment to just enjoy the feelings lingering within them.

Meanwhile, Largo and Perch just still couldn’t get enough of each other. Largo was still nuzzling Perch’s face, rubbing it against Perch’s, even gently nipping at his ear. This more teasing and sensual contact was making the smaller bear shiver and moan even more. It was going beyond just carnal mating for the two. They both just wanted to stay close to each other. Perch was pushing back against Largo’s incoming thrusts, ensuring that his cock was reaching even further in, striking his prostate with every stroke of his hips, making the throbbing of Perch’s shaft even stronger.

Both could feel their respective orgasms approaching, getting all the closer with every thrust and tug backwards of Largo’s length. Still far from done, Largo was thrusting in even faster, listening to the sounds that came from the other bear, the wet smacks of his cock slamming into the tight hole, and his balls making repeated firm contact with Perch’s pair. This all became too much for the ursine on the bottom, he cried out as he came, spurting his seed onto the grass underneath him. His moans came out loud and long as he painted the ground in multiple thick gushes of his essence.

The others had been watching them have their fun. Kit was sitting up with his legs spread, his erection still throbbing out of its sheath. He gasped and nearly jumped to his feet when he felt some touching at his groin, looking down to see both Vozz and Bowie, both on either side and hovering over his crotch.

“It’s only fair we make sure you get off too,” Bowie said. And with that he started it off, with Vozz following suit, the two working together as they gave his cock all of their attention. They both wrapped their paws around and began to stroke at the lower half of Kit’s length with one hand, using the other to caress his plump, warm balls. As for the rest of it, they gave it attention with their muzzles. Making use of their tongues, the fox and raccoon were lapping all over the throbbing inches, collecting the precum that was already smeared all over the flesh.

Together they continued to lick and stroke, gradually increasing the speed and force of their squeezes, making sure to touch everyone of their inches, using their paws and mouths in tandem, one either side of the bear, listening to his groans and feeling the throbs increasing against their lips. In addition to this they took turns sucking on the tip, drinking the precum from its source one after the other.

Kit was made to realize how sensitive he really was, his chest rising and falling as his groans were deepening. He asked them if they could go faster and they were all too happy to do so, stroking and licking with more gusto, earning themselves stronger grunts that were turning into deep growls. Grunting through his clenched fangs, Kit mustered the self control needed to ask them to ease off. There was something he wanted to do for his finish.

Agreeing and easing off, the fox and raccoon eased off, letting the bear take hold of his own wet erection. He felt it pulsing in his large paw, getting a hold before he started to stroke, rapidly pumping up and down. Bowie and Vozz remained close, clearly awaiting what was to come.

Letting out a deep snarl, Kit reached his peak, shooting out large amounts of his seed that shot out and rained down onto the pair of smaller mammals’ faces. The hot and thick substance came down heavy, instantly weighing down their pelts. Bowie was trying to catch as much as he could in his muzzle while Vozz was just enjoying the feeling of being marked in the bear’s essence and scent.

All the while, Kit was letting his bliss be known in the form of deep and long winded moans, keeping his orgasm going with continued strokes and jets of his seed that painted both of the smaller anthros. And they were just as eager to receive it in return. When he finished shooting his loads and looked down at their satisfied expressions, he too felt a satisfaction and sense of gratefulness for their help.

They were able to watch as Largo gripped Perch’s body even harder, being in a completely dominant stance as he began to huff. He was ramming his cock in as quickly and roughly as he could, keeping it up as felt himself getting all the closer to his orgasm. But he was still going with full power, not daring to slow down for even a moment. He managed a few more hard thrusts before making a final pump that kept his cock lodged in deep.

He roared out loud enough for those in the distance to hear, cumming hard and unleashing his seed deep into Perch’s tailhole, he felt it rushing from his tip with force, being pumped right into Perch’s center. The other bear gasped and tensed as he felt the liquid heat spraying into his deepest parts, meaning that he was being marked by the bigger and stronger bear. The polar bear was gently rocking his hips, aiming to milk every little drop of his own climax that he could get, and then he let out a heavy groan of satisfaction, still lying on top of Perch as he basked in the immediate afterglow of his orgasm. Slowly he eased off when he was ready, pulling his cock free from Perch’s hole, making the other ursine gasp.

The air of the camp was filled with a heavy sense of relief and satisfaction that was shared by everyone. Doing this had acted as a celebration for all of their hard work and with their controlled senses they were all able to fully enjoy the experience and each other.

“Ugh, I need a bath…” Vozz said, breaking the silence between all of them. For some reason his comment made everyone burst into laughter and they all agreed that they needed to get themselves cleaned up and get themselves to bed. They had another long day ahead of them…


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