The Giant Ice Bear demon —taller than a small house— stirred from its slumber with a long, rumbling yawn that shook the icicles above its den. The sound echoed faintly through the frozen forest like thunder buried under snow. It blinked its pale blue eyes open, the air around it misting from its breath. After a lazy stretch, it lumbered toward the mouth of the cave, scratching its fur dusted with frost.
It was a creature that lived for comfort. It liked sleeping long hours, basking in the cold air, and drinking Aura-Infused Honey stored in crystal jars it had stolen from past travelers. It didn't like fighting unless it had to.
But what the Ice Bear loved the most —more than sleep or honey— was fish.
