The Hybrid's Hope
On our first stop, we run into a polar bear shifter.
Just as the first one we met said, this one isn’t happy to see me and Malcolm, but Qadira is interesting enough, or maybe she’s intimidating enough, that he doesn’t attack me. He does, however, have information that is helpful.
“I don’t know if he’s the one you’re looking for, girlie, but those of us who have seen him call him Scar. He’s got a nasty gash across this right eye and I heavy limp. It doesn’t keep him from being a nasty son of a bitch, though. So, be warned. The last time I saw him, he was headed north to Nunavut. I’m not sure he’ll be happy to know you’re looking for him. Not all bears care about their cubs,” he says.