Carnifex was living his best life, without change, without turmoil, doing his duties as Champion and maintaining the borders that rarely get visitors. The dreams come yes, but that doesn't have anything to do with him, thank you. As long as Raisa doesn't go running off to find the runes, he's happy being a homebody.

He was returning from a quick hunting trip, a deer dangling from his jaws, when he heard a high pitched cry that stopped him in his tracks. The tiger's ears swiveled around, pin pointing where the noise was coming from as another cry reached him.

What the fuck is that?

Curiosity grabbed the cat by the scruff, his silent paws leading him to....some little thing that he just stared at with pale blue eyes. Slowly, he set the deer down and crouched, still staring at this...small bear?